I found my moth

I was watching TV tonight and when the news came on, people were commenting on the beautiful moths they have seen lately. Then when they showed a picture of it I knew it was the same one I saw in my bathroom. It's called a Cecropia moth.

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Here she is

The wing span is supposed to be about 4 to 5 inches. You will never see a more lovely moth. The one I saw had even more intricate markings..it almost looked like Aztec symbols. The web site said once you see one of these you will never forget it..and I haven't. I think my moth was bigger. It was a least 100 feet my 200 feet. But I have been know too exaggerate.

I am out on the deck, and this has not turned out to be the down time I imagined. A train is thundering down the tracks a mile away, and the wind is in the right direction to make it sound like it's right in my front door. Those fucking crows are getting on my last nerve. They are trying to get the babes out and about, and making me crazy...and to top it off, there is a soccer game going on in the community centre with 5,698 soccer mom's yelling at their kids...."Kick his ass"..."Trip him".. and then after that the soccer mom's and dad's assault the coaches and barbecue him. I love how parents these days teach there children well. Let's not forget my (over the fence) neighbour...he has started his Harley, his Corvette, and his lawn mower in the last hour. He never drives any of them, he just keeps on starting them, to be cool. HE DOES THIS EVERY NIGHT. I hate that asshole.

I'm going to phone the city to see if I can stop the ssssheezit. I used to like the froggie pond next door, but with all this other shit going on...I'm ready to eat me some frogs legs, make me a crow pie, and take the air out of all the soccer mom's vans in the Community Centre. Let's get serious, all those kids never wanted to pay soccer anyway...

I used to walk my dog in the park when the games were going on...and it was pathetic. The poor little tykes have to get on the field by 6:00 PM. Well, their parents only get home from work by 5:30...and stick a hot dog down their pie holes and rush out to the soccer field. All the while as the game is going on they are yelling...Justin...pull up your pants...Derek .. your shirt is on backwards...Jerome.. you are scoring between your own goal posts...it doesn't count bud! Some one else yells Shausa.. and I expect to see a large dog, but no, it's someones kid...geezzz... give the kid a real name!

GET ME TO WINERY!

It is too loud in summer....

Or I'm becoming a old fart bitch.......what say you?