So you may remember last year when the giant moth flew into the apartment. It was horrible and disgusting, but at least Alexandre was here to catch it.
Thursday night, Alexandre was at an overnight shift at the hospital. I woke up to the cat in a panic in the living room around 5am. I ran out to see another one of the giant moths beating itself against the walls and gatinha trying to catch it. It was so big that it made noise when it hit the walls. OMG DISGUSTING. So I closed the bedroom door and left her to deal with it.
See, they come in from the balcony. If I close the balcony door at night, the place just gets too hot. So my options are...not get sleep because it's 85 degrees in my apartment at night, or... not get sleep because I am facing the mortal fear of being attacked by a moth.
Last night (Friday night), Alexandre had another overnight shift at the hospital. Around the same time last night (6:30am), I woke up to the bambabmabma sound of wings. In my bed.
You know how American cats bring little mice to their owners as a show of affection? (Look what I caught for you, mommy!) Well imagine if your cat brought THIS into your bed:
It was dark, so I couldn't see it at first. It was so loud that I was saying to myself, "please be a bird, please be a bird" as I LEAPED out of the bed and skittered into the kitchen. I hadn't bothered to turn on the bedroom light, so I could only see the silhouette of the cat proudly prancing around my bed with that monstrosity hanging out of her mouth. I was screaming to myself from the kitchen and shivering in disgust.
I slowly crept to the bedroom door, closed it at arm's length, and ran away again. After about 30 minutes, the cat started crying to be let out of the room. Her job must have been finished. Alexandre came home shortly after and found the moth dead and in pieces on the bed. He cleaned up the main part of the corpse and left me to change the sheets that were covered in pieces of giant moth.
Screen Door. Today.