We have a moth infestation in our house right now. It makes me really mad. They sit on the walls and try to blend in, and I try to kill as many of them as possible while they are doing this. I don't know where they are coming from. In the evenings, they come to life and we run around swatting them. They're not very fast. Moths, unlike butterflies, are colorless and drab. If I had a butterfly infestation in my house, I might actually enjoy it because they are pretty. But these poor creatures lack color, and so they are labeled pests.
That's all the poetry I can wax right now. I've got a nasty cold that's exhausting me, despite the better sleep that we have been getting lately.
End Day 19.
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