“It was a massive Pterodactyl!”
“It flew right at me!”
“Little bastard!”
“Fucking nature, has no sense of who needs to go where in the food chain, it flew at my head!”
This is how Boyfriend has reacted to the life threatening situation he has just been faced with. Armed with what can only be described as a makeshift flame thrower, he has spent the last 10 minutes scouring my room in search of what he described as “a massive flying that that went for my head.”
You may think that I would have been trying to aid in the capture and eventual destruction of this horrific beast that has invaded my personal space, but no, I was rolling on the bed in fits of laughter. This is a depiction of how the scenario occurred in Boyfriends mind:
In his head, it was all very dramatic, with lots of screaming in terror from myself, and cries of “FUCK YOU PTERODACTYL! YOU’RE NOT EVEN A REAL DINOSAUR! YOU’RE NOT EVEN A BIRD! YOU’RE A FREAK!” from him.
This is in fact what the massive life threating invading monster actually looked like:
It was tiny, the poor beast didn’t even realize that the light wasn’t going to move, and there was no point losing what little brain cells it has anyway trying to head-butt the light to death. Bless.
So, Boyfriend grabbed the hair spray, and a lighter, and stalked the moth. It was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Every time the moth flinched at a dust speckle, Boyfriend ducked away and this ensued:
Needless to say, the Moth has fluttered its last flight.
Farewell, dearest Moth, your death gave me the funniest 10 minutes of the day, and for the you shall be missed.
