Heterocera

Three days.
At the very least, it sat there for three days. In the same spot in the loo at work, on the ledge just above the (what do you call it- urinal).Going to the loo being the engrossingly exciting task that it is, I couldn’t help but notice this thing. Then, it was the next day. It was still there, so I started to think it was dead. I blew at it. I’m sick, I know, but I blew at it gently. It’s wings flapped a little in the breeze, but little else. Then it was the third day. When the a/c kicks in, it really kicks in. I pee a lot then. Er, sorta. And the moth remained in its position, unbelievably, for the third day. The loos are cleaned twice a day but obviously not one had bothered to pay some respect to this (dead?) moth.

What was it doing there, for three days, probably more? That’s 72 hours, god knows how long that is in moth-time. Years, perhaps. What would it contemplate. Life? Women? Cricket? 42? Was it people-watching? In a human loo? Was it noticing the groaners who recover from big nights through all of the next day, or the whistlers who distractedly looked at different tiles on the wall? Maybe it was waiting for some celebrities, who it could touch and have a story for the grandkids, or maybe it just wanted to know if the Legend of The Angelic Chinese Boy Who Peeps As He Pees was true.
Either way, I blew a little harder (er, at the insect), and it flew away. Yes, it flew away. After three frantic days of immobility, it finally had gathered enough energy to move its little feathery behind out of that charming place.

Was it just me, or is this really curious. Or maybe he was an employee in the building, and (also) just plain bored.