Oh dear god, stop that. Stop that right this instant! No more of this, I beg of you. I can handle snakes, spiders, crocodiles, sharks, sea snakes, scorpions, tarantulas, and anything else that you crazy Ozzies can sling at me, but please, make this stop. If I found this in my house, I would burn my house to the ground with my family still inside. It wold be worth it to get rid of that monstrosity. It’s the only insect I know of that you can kill with a rifle. That’s not a good thing. When something is large enough to shoot, it’s large enough to haunt my nightmares forever.

Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this isn’t a moth at all. Maybe it will go into its cocoon and emerge as a beautiful owl. Just kidding, this is the real world where we have to pay taxes and avoid driving into trees while texting. That thing is a demon, monster-creature, straight from Beelzebub’s fiery bum hole. I want nothing to do with it, and I want humanity to have nothing to do it. Because if it wants to have anything to do with me, I’ll simply shrivel up and die from pure terror as soon as it gets near me.