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Me vs Mothra, Part Deux (sort of, anyway)

Some may remember the exciting duel I had with a moth of prodigious size a couple of months ago, where I came off second-best against the (relatively) little beastie. Tonight I once more had occasion to combat a creature of similar structure, but of slightly different build. In fact, I am writing this fresh after my triumph, as my adversary's broken body lies about one meter-and-a-half to my right.

It all began when I noticed a creature moving erratically around the room. Alarmed at first, lest it be a cockroach, the aerial sort of which I am particularly adverse to, but the earthbound breed I hold little love for as well, I was soon able to confirm by observation that it was merely a moth, and quite harmless. Thus reassured, I returned to my work.

I was rather deeply engrossed in the tedious job of conquering the world when a creature suddenly barrelled right across my chest, giving me more than a bit of a shock. It then began sweeping around the room erratically, flying in spirals, and on more than one occasion, coming straight at me. At first I tried to shoo it out of the room, but it refused to leave. Finally deciding that I would be unable to continue going about my usual activities with such a monstrous disturbance in the room, I resolved to annihilate the creature, harmless insect or not.

To achieve this aim, I picked up a nearby book, which though venerable, was solid enough to carry out the task at hand. But my adversary made itself extremely difficult to exterminate; it flew very fast, and fluttered very erratically all about, such that I could not find a time when it was still enough to ensure its demise by use of the book. The task was made doubly difficult by my slight naturally squeamish disposition towards insects, flying ones in particular.

A battle that lasted in the region of ten minutes ensued, as I several times flung the book at the creature, hoping to hit it and snuff out its life. But all these attempts failed, and the beast had the better of the early rounds, flying right at me and causing some consternation to my person, landing on my leg and back while I frantically scanned the room for it and generally making itself a total nuisance whom I was infuriatingly powerless to remove.

Yet I noticed it many times flew close to the floor; the best position it could take for me to demolish it with a swift toss of the educational material. The last straw came when it flew once more at me; swatting it away with one hand, I then flung the book at the earthbound insect, lashing it right across the room. I ended its last thrashings with a final swift blow.

So there it now lies, deceased. But there is honour in defeat, for it fought well and was a hardy and agile opponent.