The Reason I Ate 2 Cookies

I know, I know.  I ate two cookies at work.  I walked in this morning, the staff room counter heaped high with golden discs of glory, and I resisted.  I said no thank you.  I declined.   I felt strong in my word and sticking with my goals.

And then I saw the most disgusting giant moth.....seriously, it was the size of a dessert plate....or a 50 cent piece, and it was casually hanging out on the ceiling of the hallway that I must walk through numerous times a day.

I, shockingly, uttered the seldom heard phrase, "sweet merciful gravy" which goes to show how mixed up I was with terror and the heebee jeebees, that I couldn't even formulate a common exclamation of shock like, "gee whiz" or "good golly".

I had to lean pretty far off the side of my chair to see that particular ceiling tile from my desk, but let me reassure you, lean I did.  All morning long.  As I would walk through the hall, I kept my eyes on the invader, just to make sure it stayed put and didn't decide to take my walking under it as a sign to move.

A broom was suggested.  "Just knock it down, Michelle."  Um, no thanks.  What if it fell on me?  What would I do then?  Probably die, after screaming and dancing around like a lunatic.

So it remained, the keeper of the hallway and my resistance to cookies crumbled.  As in, if I had that place of cookies closer, I'd have eaten another two.  Or three.

Towards the end of the day, I was sitting at my desk, worrying about how it would spend the night in the office, probably moth goobering up the place, when a co-worker saw it, and knocked it down and took it out.

I didn't scream when it decide to fly a little after it was moved from the ceiling before it was caught, but I did move as far away from the situation as I could.

And then, of course, I felt bad for the little thing.  Outside is a cold, cold place.  It was just trying to find a little warmth and companionship.  If only it hadn't tried to find it in our office!