I trap myself in a bathroom. Because of a moth.

Mothra (as I taken to calling it) invaded my home only a few days ago. Pure first encounter involved a lot of me spazzing out and yelling at my dog to knock over the lamp and destroy the foul beast. Sadly my dog is a moron, and understands only the most simple of commands. So I was trapped for a brief period of time, wondering how I could ever escape, and mental hitting myself in the face for foolishly leaving my phone in the living room (something I took care not to do this time). Thankfully Mothra made a mistake and dived bomb into the lamp, providing me with ample time to run like a scardey baby until I was on the other side of the living room. Shaken a made frantic txt to my bro. And thus ended our first, and what I foolishly thought to be our last, encounter.

I didn't see it after that. A thought I once glanced its shilloette in the lamp shade, and thought it had died.

I awoken this morning to the most unsatisfying news. There in the space where wall meets ceiling, above the stairs, laid the one and only beheMOTH, Mothra. However there was also a spider that I spent most of the morning fretting about. Mothra seemed content to remain in that measely space of wall/ceiling. And I was content it wasn't attacking me. I even began to assure myself that Mothra was one of my few friends, and held little imginary conversations with. All was well, or so I thought.

I had convinced myself to stay up and play video games, and as such was awake for the wrath of Mothra. For Mothra is not my friend, but my disgusting insect nemesis, out for (what I can only assume is my) blood. Taking a peak at Mothra to ensure our "leave each other alone status" I noticed something alarming. Mothra was on the move. Which fine, okay Mothra had moved around a little bit during the day, and that was fine. But this time was different. Mothra was enraged. Instead of a little bit of crawling, Mothra moved like a madman, and worse... Started to fly. I was terrified. But, no it seemed fine. Mothra was staying- no Mothra over the stairs get away from me!! This awkward dance of terrorism and fear lasted until a made a break away from my base of the couch. Pulling off moves even Snake would be jealous of I moved into the bathroom. Distraught I consider txting for emotional moral support, only to realize everyone I know is probably asleep. Being the considerate person I am, I knew better than to call them. And this is where you join in.

So here I am, hundled in the bathroom. Uncertain when Mothra's reign of terror will be over. Unable to stop the tyrant in it's tracks. I hope by dawn Mothra will have returned to a state of calm and I will be able to rejoin my game and Dave and go to bed this was a mistake.