It's 3:00 am. I lie under the bed, asleep, but ready for action. The sound of softly flapping wings floats up from the downstairs, imperceptible to the humans, but ringing like a siren in my ears. I cock open one eye, not really sure if I heard what I thought I heard. The sound stops as suddenly as it started. I prepare to return to dreaming about the furnace when I hear it again. I have to investigate. I slowly slink down the stairs while Mom is snoring away. I poke my head through the railing and that is when I spot it. A white moth has dared to enter my home and hang around my night light. Oh it's on now. I creep my way past the couch and leap toward him like the sleek puma I am. He takes off toward the window and I give chase up over the couch, onto the console table, crashing into the crap Mom displays. And that's when the jig is up. I hear Mom and Dad sit up in bed and say "What was that!?" Next thing I know, Dad flips on the hall light and starts calling for me. I've lost the moth and now I'm being sent back to bed. Bummer...
