You've always loved your little pets, flannel moths filled your life, you had about three or five of them and they were all different, different colors and sizes, but you loved each one very much. You couldn't imagine your life without these little fuzzies.

And today, walking home down the street, you hear an all-too-familiar squeak from the bushes and rushing there, you see a slightly injured moth, it had a soft cream fluff, and it seems a sick wing, this is baby Roach. When you sit down, you hold out your hand and Roach, carefully fingering with small paws, climbs onto your hand.

A few hours later, he is already at your house, making a contented squeak, basking in your palm while you gently stroke his fluffy fluff.