This morning on my walk to work, I saved a pretty moth from Squashtown. It was sitting on the subway grating, large and brown with a wild pattern and in the full-on danger zone of being stepped on by a clodhopper or two. When I brushed it with the side of my flip flop, it fluttered open and had a gorgeous orange and red color on the inside of the wingspan, but it must have been injured because it didn't fly away. The second time I tried to move him, he caught a ride on the side of my foot and I placed him on the base of the orange cone that was sitting there. Safe.
Then I pushed an old lady in front of the westbound 42nd Street bus.
3 comments:
The Mothman will spare you for sparing his brethren.
why did she smush your moth? Cuz that would send me over the edge to.
oh, the old lady didn't smush it.
i pushed her into traffic for no reason.
mothy moth is safe.
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