It is the third day since I have captured the moth. It has lost its ability to fly high. I am going to let it out of the jar. Ah, fudge. The moth got out of the holding cell. In the end, I ended up with two moths. The new one in the jar and the old one underneath. I scraped my knuckle trying to catch the first moth. I am sitting with my with my light trying to figure what to do... we don't have any band-aids, and I am not waking up my mum. Help?

I spent over thirty minutes trying to catch the moth. It blended in with my floor. 

So I found a band-aid. I had to place it oddly and it is on the hand that I regularly use, my right hand, which makes it difficult to do anything considering I now cannot bend my right ring finger. 

~Bye