You husband, Chouka, is a lepidopterist. He's always bringing moths and butterflies home to show to you. He's obsessed with them. All over your house has paintings of moths and butterflies.

Today while you were in the kitchen, Chouka came through the front door with a glass case that contained tiny moth. He was holding it very carefully. Chouka looked towards you and smiled. He gently set the case down in his study nook and went over to you, kissing your forehead.

"Hi, love," He muttered, grinning, "I got a silk moth today!" He said excitedly.