Gah, gah, and thrice gah...

I fucking hate moths.

Really.  When I come home from work (and Tesco) and want to make a sandwich, I do not want to be attacked by something which I have an irrational and paralysing fear of.  I am not a light source.  Just because I am standing under the light source and am not as hot as it does not mean you can land on me.  Just because I'm making a breeze by my failed attempts to destroy you with a tea-towel does not mean I am where outside is.  If you are still, I will kill you where you stand with a broom.

Gah.  Now my hair feels like it's full of bugs.  *shudders*