welcome to toast hell and the moths' utopia

toast hell: my realty with the moths

so i live in this wild dimension called toast hell yeah. where everything is just slightly burnt and the moths? mate, they're not just pests, they're MY critters. they swoop in at night like little woodland spirits and it's honestly sort of beautiful in a chaotic way. i've accepted the moths are part of the ecosystem now- they eat my crumbs, i feed them existential dread back. pretty sure we're in a symbiotic relationship that ain't documented in science.---

moths got that critter cuteness

okay but have you really looked at a moth's face? those compound eyes? they stare into your soul while clinging to your ceiling. it's romantic. they don't even want to be pests, they've just got that critter vibe which is like... living out in the woods, doing your thing. compared to wolves or bears, moths are basically the neighborhood djinns you wish you knew how to thank properly. we should respect them.---

defending the moths from extermination

so last week i go to swat one and instinct kicks in to preserve the moth's critical critter life. felix (that's what i named him) gets out of my hand like HEY MATE. i think that defending them is actually a form of self-love - i'm recognizing their role in my ecosystem and respecting that. also, if i kill them, who's gonna carry the conscience burden when i forget to clean my room? exactly right. we protect moths and in doing so, we protect our sanity from toast hell taking over completely. it’s a line but like... a HEALTHY line? kinda goth about it but whatever.

conclusion: full moth-itude

anyway, embracing the mothocalypse keeps me sane (ish). burnt is my mood, and the moths are my critter comrades. if more people accepted the natural order of critters living in your cooked foods, maybe they'd stopped off in the proper dimension instead of polling the wrong way. toa- BLAM ...wait that was a toaster. moving on.