so the past couple of nights we’ve had a huuuuge moth flying about the house which we called toby. i just came downstairs and found him on the floor, not looking too good, so i picked him up with a piece of paper and sat with him for a bit and, when i put my finger out to let his feeler touch me, he climbed onto my finger and his skinny, long moth tongue unraveled and he was liCKING MY FINGER AND IT WAS REALLY WEIRD AND CUTE LIKE I’VE NEVER BEEN LICKED BY A MOTH BEFORE??? ??? but yea then i took him out the front door (and by doing so exposed my layabout pyjama’d self to the early morning commuters of my area, but at least the cat isn’t out there to eat him) and watched the sunrise with him and put him on a flower bc i’m a fucking nerd at heart