I am not a good creature-killer. By creature, I mean some sort of thing that has interrupted your domicile with its presence. A bug or the like. Usually I have C take care of it, if he's home.
Last night, with C still away on business, I had to take action on my own. A large moth flew upstairs into my bedroom.
It should be noted I have lost good cashmere to moths. They are evil, and must be destroyed once they enter my home.
The moth lands on one of our bedroom skylights, on the screen. I pick up a sock (C's, of course) and roll it into a ball. I aim...and throw.
Direct hit! The moth swoops down, practically hits me in the head - so much I have to duck, and dives toward the floor near my doorway.
I pick up a flip-flop and chuck it at the intruder, crushing it.
Me, 1...moth, 0.
I'm not sure why I'm posting about this; most likely because I'll venture a guess that everyone else out there has had some sort of twisted pride in a victory like this at one time or another.