The Drunken Moth

The other night, I was in bed reading. There was this moth that kept fliying into the wall. Not just landing on the wall, but flying into it and falling down, over and over again. I tried to shoo it away, but I could touch it without it even moving, like I was petting it. Then, it would just fly in circles around me and try to land again, with no success. I think I'm going to name it and consider it a pet, since it lets me pet it.

I know, you're probably a little less than thrilled with my moth story, but it made me laugh. Who do you know that has a pet moth? I'll let you know what I name it.