| One night, I had prepared for bed as usual, had | | | | arm again. |
| switched on my alarm clock and turned out the | | | | If I didn't know better, my over-active |
| light, and settled in for a good night's sleep. It was | | | | imagination might have thought that the insect |
| just as I was drifting off, that it attacked me. | | | | was purposely waiting until I was almost asleep |
| Suddenly there was something at my arm. My | | | | before launching it's attack. Why didn't it go |
| heart leapt in alarm and I was quickly awake. It | | | | somewhere else in the room, considering there |
| took only a second or two for my brain to | | | | was so much space available. It was then I |
| register what had been jumping onto my arm. It | | | | realised that it was the day after the first nuclear |
| was a moth! Now in my bedroom I have over | | | | bomb test by Thailand. Obviously it'd been |
| ten square metres of wall space, several square | | | | mutated by the bomb and was now a |
| metres of curtains, a room divider, a large built-in | | | | heat-seeking, bloodsucking moth, intent on draining |
| cupboard and a computer desk and chair. Now | | | | me dry. Fortunately, I don't fall for my own |
| out of all the places that the moth could have | | | | ridiculous stories, and I soon fell asleep again. I'm |
| chosen to land on, it had selected my bare arm. I | | | | not quite sure what the two tiny puncture marks |
| settled down and was soon drifting off again and | | | | were that I found in my neck the following |
| suddenly there was the moth leaping onto my | | | | morning... |