I grew all the more flustered when he demanded to know why I was so terrified of such a tiny thing.
It’s just a little grey moth!
It’s not just a little moth, I said. It’s the Death Moth from Hell.
He laughed. Let’s see it closer then, this death moth from hell.
So he caught it and, before I could say don’t look into its laser eyes, he was a pile of cinders on the floor.