I was in the kitchen just now, slicing a rare and delicious yellow apple from the grocer's (seriously, this variety, a cross between the Golden Delicious and something obscure, tastes like honey-infused sunshine; I've never had better) when Rannie began looking up and singing the The Bird Song: "Enh, Enh, wheeeeeeeeenh, wheeeeeeengh...."
Whatever it was was invisible-- no, there at the light fixture: a small, gray moth.
"It's just a moth, Rannie. You don't really want it."
She shot me a skeptical look and went back to tracking, singing of bird-biting with a quivering jaw, "Wah-aaaaaanh, eeeeeenh, aaaaangh...."
I made a swipe at the moth, missed, and it fluttered off. Rannie left in disgust, making complaining noises. Sure hope I can find the darned thing before the cats get more serious about taking it on the wing.
ETA: Got the moth right before bedtime -- went to get a bottle of water for bedside and it was lurking on the basement door. (Happy to have removed it; yesterday one of my co-workers was unnerved by a pantry infestation of moths and brought one in in a pill bottle, wondering what it could be. She called a local exterminator who told her what they were and how to deal with it -- a fix that did not require the exterminator's services. That put Gold Seal Pest Control squarely on my good list.)
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