A moth stumbled into our living room tonight, flitting around the one lamp in the darkening house. I drew Sprout's attention to it & went over to catch it in my hands. It landed on my knuckle & stayed there for a minute, as I showed it to him. He was fascinated by the yellow spotted bug on mama's hand. Then it took off, zigzagging around the ceiling, getting buffeted by the fans on full-speed to cool the stuffy house. I got a glass from the kitchen & recaptured the speckled moth. Sprout & I went out the front door into the cool darkness to let it free. The moth hesitated for a while inside the glass, but after a few shakes, we watched it flutter up, silhouetted against the night sky.
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