Susan Booth42 said:night moths...
Is that right?
I can’t quite pinpoint when things started going south, but it’s intense—always right on the edge of some kind of disaster.
One time, one flew right into my face mid-shift... I mean, forget professionalism, I just bailed before they could even shoo it away.
Then I spent the rest of the day twitching because every little shift in the shadows was sending me into a total panic.
And god, they are hideous. Just plain ugly.
At this rate, it’s turning into this frantic, mindless waving of arms at regular butterflies too.
Initially, people thought I was being ridiculous, but then they realized I wasn't kidding around—you can probably tell by the way I look, the heavy smoking, the wide eyes... honestly, there's no way I'm staying functional while some specimen is hovering nearby. So now they actually keep them away from me.
But then everyone else loses their minds and it turns into a complete circus.