Day 214, Mothy's gone

Child object - But mother, what's to do, Mothy's gone, gone forever.

Parental unit - Hush now darling, Mothy was parasitised, and indeed was itself a parasite.

Child object - But mother, I longed for the beat of the little speckled wings against my cheek.

Parental unit - Quiet your mouth child, speak no more this alien language.


And so the conversation continues unabated as the family mourns, or otherwise, the loss of the Hawksmoor Processionary Baguette moth.

A void now occupies the spot where once there was the hope of new life.

The life of the creature sucked out by market forces and the euphemistic language of the selfish pricks, or aspirational families as we have come to know them.  (Ed - er, are you sure this is right?)

Not a sausage left to indicate what was once there, in that spot somewhere slightly to the left.  Now there's a demand for movement towards something called the centre - not sure how this works with moth balance.  This centre appears to be in a completely different place to the centre occupied by the Scottish relative of the Processionary Baguette.  Some tired old entomologists have been dragged out of retirement to insist that this movement is needed.  Whereas as has been shown by the Scots entomologists the positioning should be much further to the left, demonstrably as has been shown by peer reviewed support which marked an X next to a chromosomal scale on a multi-selection, universal indicator litmus paper.

Honestly, the positioning of views on this subject being controlled by the more garish Lepidoptera obsessed media has been an immense hindrance to proper discussion.  If only there was decent education on this subject.

If only.

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