One time I was 6, in the bathroom doing the bathroom thing when this giant moth started flying everywhere and freaking me out.

As I was on the toilet and especially vulnerable to the evil machinations of predatory moths, I started screaming bloody murder for my father.

He was amused. And so was the rest of my family when he told them about it.

EDIT: Regardless of that dastardly moth, I quite like them on the whole.