You couldn’t help but be irritated by the pedantry of this man, who, although it was not part of your duties, forced you, together with him, to maintain the absolute cleanliness of his workshop. So, on one of his working days, you walk into a cylindrical room and, to your own surprise, notice that the work is standing still. Perplexed, you notice the owner of the workshop standing behind a chair, his hands on its back, and looking at his desk.

Come on, take this abomination away.

He says a little nervously, pointing at the moth clinging to the table lamp.