Image via WikipediaI know it's a bit daft for a grown man to be scared of moths, but I can't stand the things. It's the way they flutter and speed around in senseless mad flight, horrible little things.
Last week I was tidying up in the linen store, which is also where I keep sacks full of washed plastics and cans for recycling. After I had dragged all the sacks out to my car I reached into my pocket to get my car keys, and a bloody big moth had managed to crawl inside. It fluttered against my palm, did I react to this in a stoic and manly manner ? No. I screamed like a little girl, much to the amusement of Mrs YS and brother in law Mk.3