She stared at the moth longingly, loving the insect like a lover.

"Climb into my mouth you dusty bitch." She moaned, lust in her eyes.

The moth simply flew away, oblivious to the girls love. The lamp it flew near grew brighter and with a bang and a shock the moth was gone, burnt to a crisp.

The girl mourned for days, but overcame it. She became a moth rights activist, starting campaigns like black moths matter and #letthemlive.

Moths everywhere are being treated better, but the abuse continues. Please, support our cause and donate to our cause. Call 562-522-7708 for more details.