I have had the acquaintance of a woman who many years ago related her terrifying tale of being attacked by rampaging, bloody-fanged moths. While I regurgitated the pacifying disinfo I had dutifully memorized by rote during my indoctrination in public school, to the effect that moths aren't vertebrates, and have no fangs (some even are claimed to have no mouthparts or ability to feed at all - the laughable naivety that washed down such drivel gives me no end of regret when I am started awake in the deep night, cringing at my youth and ignorance), today I cannot properly state my gratitude at that first, early warning of the existential danger moths present to ourselves and any hope of survival granted our posterity.
Thankfully we can now depend on fear to rule our lives, as promulgated through the beneficent media we are availed by our peerless overlords. Let us all flee in terror at the mere mention of the mothy horrors lurking in every crevice, salting every wound, and feasting on our vital essence.
Thanks!
/s (just in case)
We need more people like the woman you met! The moths are there and they wait for the right moment to attack. Hiding in the darkness of the night... Sharping their teeth and claws...
Some are cheeky enough to come out during the day and try to full us.
Fear not, you are not aloe! (but hide anyway as a safety measure).
#atimothmovement
Hiding is always prudent when moths are about.