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The Moth Policy

Friday, Mar. 28, 2008 - 12:08 a.m.

The other night, John and I got into an argument -- about a moth.

Now, I love moths. I love big ones and little ones and grey ones and color ones. I never kill a moth. Most only live a few days, and some of them live for only hours. They should be free to go and make baby moths, and not be wasting time dithering around in front of somebody's television.

They are almost always slow, too, so in the instance of moths, catch-and-release is something I can still do, even with my increasing mobility concerns that come with age.

Catch and release is what I call my Moth Policy.

So this beautiful and very tiny and delicate little moth had become misdirected and headed into our living room. It was a flittering piece of animated velvet. I was trying very hard to admire it, but it kept nearly landing in my mouth. I wouldn't have minded if it had landed anywhere else but not in my mouth and not in my food. Once a moth settles down, it rests. It doesn't move again for hours, unless it's provoked.

Unfortunately, the moth was also irritating the daylights out of John, who most decidedly does NOT have a Moth Policy.

He began trying to swat the thing. I became blindly upset at him because he knows I have a Moth Policy. He KNOWS this and yet he's trying to KILL this moth!

And for a while, it seemed like he didn't even want to try and understand. He kept saying things like "For Christ's sake, it's just a MOTH! They aren't ENDANGERED!" Which is absolutely accurate, but has nothing to do in the entire depth and breadth of humankind as to whether or not I like moths. It was as if he didn't perceive my feelings on the subject as being important enough to take into consideration.

I stayed angry at this man for at least thirty minutes. He'll tell you it was more.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I calmed down enough to concentrate -- and I caught that moth! I cupped it in my hands and felt the associated tickling sensation and was SO glad that it was going to survive.

I got it over to the window, which was open because the day had been so warm and beautiful -- and I let it go into the evening sky.

I watched it as it flittered away, wavered around, and then flew back in and collided with the window fan and exploded.

There's an object lesson here.

I think John will say it's 'Never argue with your husband.'

And I'll add '...over the fate of a moth.'

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