*science-channel voice* It's dark when the moth-hunter comes out to find its prey. It sneaks into the bathroom and pretend to be a cold-hearted murderer. Armed with its shoe it waits for the moth to make the first move. For hours it waits. Listens. Watches. The moth strikes! The hunter is ready. The weapon hits the predator again and again and the animal draws its last breath. Goodbye cruel world.
Of course, being me I thought it was a spider, freaked out and quickly went back into my hallway. Then I slowly went back into my bathroom only to find out it was a moth and before I realised I had a shoe to kill it with, it had disappeared. Some times I feel so not cool and hard.
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