You’re an insect lover. But not the ones hanging lifelessly on the wall, dead and pinned. Yes, they are undoubtedly beautiful, but they cannot compare with live, domestic moths that flutter around your apartment every day. They are not afraid of you, can sit directly on your hair, clothes and even on your hands. It gives you great pleasure to just sit in the corner of the room and watch how they flutter back and forth on their fluffy wings and quietly squeak.

Now you’re sitting in your favorite chair, habitually watching your pets, but then you hear a hit on the glass and a loud squeak. Your gaze immediately runs over all the house moths, checking that no one is injured, and then you look out the window.

A huge moth sits on the windowsill, almost three times the size of the indoor moth. He’s almost entirely black, only under his small dotted eyes an interesting pattern of beige fuzz has formed. Koniff waved his paws and tried to fly again, but only twirled around absurdly and squeaked from the pain piercing the wing. When you opened the window and wanted to carefully take him in your arms, he stumbled back and almost fell down, but you caught him in time

And now this happy little lump sits next to you and slowly drinks fruit juice from a pipette, still making squeaking sounds, but no longer scared and full of pain, but the sounds of a moth happy with life. Meanwhile, you gently stroke the fluff of his body with your finger.