Monday night after bath, I found Gillian in her room. She was very upset. “Mommy, there’s a bug with wings in here!” I looked down and there was a brown moth on her dresser. I quickly sandwiched it between two pieces of paper. I headed towards the bathroom to flush him, but I looked down and the moth was gone. I lied to Gillian and told her he was gone. She was still a little shaken up and asked me to snuggle with her before she fell asleep.
Tuesday morning, Daddy saw the moth again and pointed it out to Gillian. She screamed and jumped into my arms. Daddy flicked the moth and he ended up under Gillian’s dresser. Once again we told her “Don’t worry he’s dead.”
Wednesday night, we tucked the kids into bed and before long Gillian was out of bed. “The bug with wings, isn’t dead!” Yup the moth was back again. But Daddy came to the rescue and finally killed the moth.
Poor Gillian. She had a rough week with the bug with wings.
John and Gill went up a hill 