no.13 the Mosquath

My wife calls it the Mosquath. It looks like a very small moth, but there is something disquietingly un-moth-like about it. At least half a dozen of these awful creatures have invaded our home and I expect more to come.

Unlike a normal moth, who can be charming, like a romantic dullard who thinks every light is the moon, the Mosquath shun the light. (The plural and singular are one in the same, like moose.) They stick to the darkness, fluttering by only when they think you aren't looking.

They are the perfect shade of grey that somehow blends into everything. When you bolt upright, and snatch at them, they often vanish before your very eyes.

A close examination of the Mosquath (in some circles called the Mothsquito) reveal their nature; that of an unholy union between moth and mosquito with a few hairy strands of cockroach DNA thrown in to make it uglier. Such a thing should be impossible, but to watch the mosquath buzz and zag like a mosquito with it's enemic tattered wings and it's repellent body like a soft roach, is to know that something awful has evolved.

A real live dead Mosquath for your viewing pleasure