Attack of the Killer Moth
I just looked and saw that this is my 100th post. Craziness. I declare a International Holiday (seeing as this blog is an international blog of sorts) so please phone your bosses and tell them that it's the centenial of mejneels.blogspot.com. Anyway, on to the story of the Killer Moth.
Last night I was completely minding my own business, watching an episode of "Law and Order" and out of nowhere this huge thing came wizzing past my head. At first I thought it was a bat. I had one of those in here before you know. Well, after I had gone through my mental checklist of what to do, I decided to run to my room, close the door, and curl myself into a fetal position on my bed with a white towel in my hand. If that thing ever found me I would surrender immediately. Well, it didn't come and I started getting cramps so I decided to take a closer look. So I went back to the living room, the last known location of the "Thing." Well, it was sitting on one of Eric's speakers and I saw that it was a moth. A huge moth. A huge moth in camo. Seriously, I have seen army personnel with less camoflauge on than that thing. At any moment I expected missiles to be launched in my direction, from hidden missile launchers under it's wings. Or at least an intercom voice telling me to give up the fight because resitance is futile. I decided that bug spray would be my best bet so I ran to the bathroom to see if the bottle was there. It was, but it was empty. Kind of like the Canadian military's helicopters. Sure, the helicopters exist, but the crash every other flight. So I ran upstairs to the Kelly's and asked politely with a certain edge of urgancy, if they had any bug spray. Thankfully they did. Armed with the deadly Raid spray, I stealthily crept downstairs, preparing myself for the surpise attack. Hey, if that thing was dressed for war, I was going to play the part of the underdog army trying defend my own territory. I dashed into the living room and hit him with my first fly through. I thought that if it truelly was a military moth, I should fall back and try goad him into fighting a battle on my turf. I knew it better than he did and could find hiding places to launch a guirrila style attack. Well, after 10 minutes, I went to see what was taking him so long. I found him buzzing angrily around in circles. Thankfully it died shorty after. Yes, the conquering hero could once again rest in peace upon his bed. Chalk one up for the good guys. Mike 1, Killer Moths 0.
I just looked and saw that this is my 100th post. Craziness. I declare a International Holiday (seeing as this blog is an international blog of sorts) so please phone your bosses and tell them that it's the centenial of mejneels.blogspot.com. Anyway, on to the story of the Killer Moth.
Last night I was completely minding my own business, watching an episode of "Law and Order" and out of nowhere this huge thing came wizzing past my head. At first I thought it was a bat. I had one of those in here before you know. Well, after I had gone through my mental checklist of what to do, I decided to run to my room, close the door, and curl myself into a fetal position on my bed with a white towel in my hand. If that thing ever found me I would surrender immediately. Well, it didn't come and I started getting cramps so I decided to take a closer look. So I went back to the living room, the last known location of the "Thing." Well, it was sitting on one of Eric's speakers and I saw that it was a moth. A huge moth. A huge moth in camo. Seriously, I have seen army personnel with less camoflauge on than that thing. At any moment I expected missiles to be launched in my direction, from hidden missile launchers under it's wings. Or at least an intercom voice telling me to give up the fight because resitance is futile. I decided that bug spray would be my best bet so I ran to the bathroom to see if the bottle was there. It was, but it was empty. Kind of like the Canadian military's helicopters. Sure, the helicopters exist, but the crash every other flight. So I ran upstairs to the Kelly's and asked politely with a certain edge of urgancy, if they had any bug spray. Thankfully they did. Armed with the deadly Raid spray, I stealthily crept downstairs, preparing myself for the surpise attack. Hey, if that thing was dressed for war, I was going to play the part of the underdog army trying defend my own territory. I dashed into the living room and hit him with my first fly through. I thought that if it truelly was a military moth, I should fall back and try goad him into fighting a battle on my turf. I knew it better than he did and could find hiding places to launch a guirrila style attack. Well, after 10 minutes, I went to see what was taking him so long. I found him buzzing angrily around in circles. Thankfully it died shorty after. Yes, the conquering hero could once again rest in peace upon his bed. Chalk one up for the good guys. Mike 1, Killer Moths 0.
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