Moths

I hate moths, there's just something about them. When they fly around it's like they dont know where they want to go, it s very unpredictable. This summer I dont know how many I have killed (though I do feel a little guilty as they are Gods creations too).

Sometimes I think they coming straight for me, especially when I've tried to whack one with a cloth. The worst place to see them is in the the toilet, mine is small and they appear out of knowhere as if they've been waiting for you.

They dont look too nice either, especially the huge ones. A couple of weeks ago I went into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water. There was a huge bottle on the counter, I was about to pick it up when I realised that there was something on the other side of the lid, I tapped the bottle to try and shake it off and the thing started fluttering around. Yes it was a moth, a huge moth. It was coming straight for me, as I ran out I noticed there was another one dancing around the light bulb.

Someone had left the window open and the light on, a bad combination, I dont know how many times I tell people to switch off the light when they're done but they don't listen. Then they complain when were swarmed with pests.

I know God is God and He knows why He does things the way he does. But why moths?