Teeny Bear was over last night and we got hungry around midnight.  We were raiding the kitchen with no success when Teeny Bear and I both spot a giant moth landing on the counter. Just as we are commenting on how large and disgusting it is, it takes flight and makes a beeline for Teeny Bear. Out of surprise she flinched and cowered away before it turned toward me.  My sleep-deprived brain wanted to protect Teeny Bear from something that had frightened her, but the plan of attack was not fully formed when the moth flew right at me. I clapped my hands together sharply. Suddenly the moth was gone. We looked at each other and I slowly opened my hands. I am apparently secretly a ninja, because there in my hands was a confused looking moth breathing its last breath. Moth innards and wing dust were all over my palms. My brain caught up to what had happened as I looked at Teeny Bear and said, "I'm going to throw up."

CL