Week 22 So, I have a thing about moths. I hate them. A lot. And when I was a kid my sister and I would go through deep manuevers to go wake our poor mom up to come and kill them, but they'd always disappear, only to come back out the second she left. Since I live on my own, whenever there's a moth either Sammy or I have to kill it. Sammy has tried, but has need successfully killed a moth, having not had to witness years of how it's done. My favorite memory is when we were very first married and there was a moth, and at one point he started spraying it with his cologne to 'try and suffocate it with the fumes like bug spray' as he put it. Every time I would end up taking the swatter from him and then killing those moths in a rage. We had one in our apartment this week sitting in Sammy's shoes, who then went to the ceiling. The ceilings are pretty high, and I was exhausted after work. Sammy grabbed our Swiffer and then smashed the moth in one try. I was s...