Hunting Our Uncle

H1 once shocked me by yelling out after I smacked a moth into oblivion that I killed our Uncle.

Our Carnival playing, Pastelle making and goo'd time Stuffed Snapper at Easter Time Uncle passed away some years ago.

I don't know why H1 blurted that out at me that one time but since then, every moth I see reminds me that he's been 're-incarnated" as a moth according to H1 and that I should be respectful and not go smacking them senseless.

Jazzie on the other hand, never knowing our Uncle and not quite understanding the concept of reincarnation, has no respect for anything that flies.

H1, Uncle got hit quite a few times last night and finally made his exit via the staircase.



Currently listening to: "The Clock" by Thom Yorke.