Moths! Moths!

A rare Pistachio Moth.  Not the moth I book-slaughtered

  I killed a moth yesterday with a copy of Darwin's The Origin of the Species.  Probably not a good idea.  One day, I know I'll be made to repent for that.  In my defence, this wasn't a neat 'nightime' moth.  This was a shitty little 'eats up my clothes and gets in my cereal box' moth.
  In other book murder news, I killed a huge fly with a book the other day, and when I examined my kill I was grossed-out when I saw several maggots writing their way free from Mommy.  Sick.
  It was so hot and humid yesterday that my boobs were sweating.
  I love when Ving Rhames says "I'm pretty fuckin' far from ok."