Mauled by a Moth

I am not crazy. I said that to Dana about eight times this morning when, in a rush to get ready, I was repeatedly and subtly mocked by a baby moth. And nooooo, Dana, not an invisible, imaginary baby moth--a real one, with tiny fluttery wings who likes to land on my jeans and then my shoe and then my hair. I freaked out--naturally--and okay may have gone a little overboard with locking the bedroom door but eventually my sanity was vindicated...dana saw him too. And then squished him. Thanks love.