I still remember clearly.
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was crossing the site of the library on the way to school.
There was a streetlight in the parking lot, but underneath that there was a large moth about 10 cm every morning.
I caught both ends of the feathers of it, pulled it to the left and right and was killed. What a terrible ooh you have.
One evening, this is a dream, but my towelket, pillow, walls and ceiling, both moths were getting caught out, and then I cried tearfully.
Then it is.
I am scared of moths that are as generous as they are and have been treating with fingers and trembling. The little guy is also scared.
Even if I go to beetle, I can not get a beetle when we have a beetle and a moth.
I think that it is the root of a moth.