The solution is obvious: kill it with fire.
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The solution is obvious: kill it with fire.
Pike, you should study its behavior. Learn as much about it as you can. Get into that bastard's psyche and use it against him. Convince him to slaughter as many of its own people as it can. Victory.
Leave the refrigerator closed and open it tomorrow.
Whatever you do, it is essential that you don't let it leave the fridge alive. It can do no harm as long as it's trapped inside, but as soon as it escapes it will set into motion an evil plan to devour your favorite sweatshirt(s).
We removed all of the flat stones in the path one day in the front yard, and left them piled in a corner on a slant
A few weeks later after work on the yard we went to replace the stones. There was something giant just resting in the darkness of the shadows underneath the last one. I thought nothing of it....until we had laid all of the other stones and to grab the last one (they were heavy and it took two people to carry the stones)
A giant, and I mean the wingspan of a 11x7 sheet of paper moth was resting there. It flew away. Giant.
http://moblog.net/media/r/e/z/rez/gi...ack-moth-2.jpg
Moths.
don't leave it in your fridge, it means to poison everything that isn't a vegetable.
If you need to get rise of it, ask your MOTHer! :lol:
/suicide
I'm waiting for a third thread soon.
"THERE IS A MOTH LIVING IN THE SAME PAIR OF SHOES I HAVE HAD FOR 80 YEARS."
What about a moth living inside her? Maybe MILF is a mothman and impregnated her with moth babbies.
Fifty Shades of Grey.
Still a better love story than Twilight.
You know what's really cool? The moths that are so tiny that when you swat them, they basically obliterate. I like to believe that this means I am dealing with the problem in a somewhat humane manner.
The big ones are the ones that freak out Danielle, big time. The little ones annoy her and she hates them, but the big ones... she runs from the room, screaming to me (I am generally in another room) that there is a massive moth. I enter the room and see it - for a second - before hearing Danielle panic for an unjustified reason ("I thought it was behind me!"). I look at her to see if she's okay, but she has fled the room once more. That's when I realise I can't see the moth anymore. And it never shows it's face again.
Somewhere, deep within the crevices of our bedroom, there is a place where moths go to die, and there are many of them. I can only imagine that eventually Pike will visit our flat and have a heart attack as they were clearly waiting for her entrance to take vengeance on she who doesn't kill moths humanely, but instead traps them in fridges, forcing them to a long, slow, cold death.
So cold. So cold...