It’s clearly summer.
It’s hot, humid and uncomfortable.
Naturally, we open the windows.
And moths come to live with us.
So… walking into the bedroom, Paul turned on the lights.
Big moth goes straight for the light, banging it’s head against this artificial sun.
He feels sorry for it, so he turns off the light.
Silence.
*Thud*
He turns the light on, wondering what the noise was. The moth had dropped to the bed.
Alas, that bright sunny thing was on again, so it raised itself from the bed and went back to banging it’s head against the lightbulb.
Paul turns the light off.
Silence.
*Thud*
We’re both grinning at this point. Turned the light on and tried to grab the moth. Paul gets it, and puts it out of the window.
What does the moth do?
Flies straight back in, through the other window.
*whack-whack-whack-whack*
Lights off.
*Thud*
It’s like every time we turn the light off, the moth loses the will to live. (Or has such an immense headache, it can’t fly anymore.)
We’ve left the lights off for now, feeling sorry for it lol.
We’ll evict it later. 
