I like moths in the abstract, and out of doors. I like their feathery antenna, and the soft and discreet colors many of them sport, and I sympathize with their summer night yearning at the moon and various lightbulbs. When they eat my yarn, or nest in the flour I get upset. But mostly I like them. They are the insect version of owls.
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indeed. i hates ’em in the wool.