Yesterday JB got a new printer and in the course of setting it up and cleaning all the dust that had accumulated around the old one, he discovered a moth that was hanging out near the lamp on his desk. Not wanting to kill it, he simply tossed it over the bannister. “I don’t think we have to worry about clothes getting eaten. He seemed rather sluggish.”
Last night, while JB was brushing his teeth, the moth had returned. This time s/he was on JB’s t-shirt, clearly grateful that s/he had been saved. In fact, it had attached itself to the place on his t-shirt usually reserved for polo logos. “Why don’t you put it outside?” I said.
“It will freeze out there. I’ll put it on the back porch.”
This morning after I got to work, JB texted me that the moth was on his sleeve as he came back into the house after walking with me to the car. The moth joined him as he sat down to sip his morning coffee. After lingering there for a while, the moth settled in the citrus plant on the kitchen table, making herself at home.
So here’s to persistence and the instinct to survive and that cozy drive to make oneself at home especially as the season becomes more frigid. This moth is no dummy.
(above photo by JB)