The Creeps

Early in the morning, I open the front door to take Chancey out for his walk. It’s still dark. Sometimes it’s still. Sometimes the air is alive with buzzing, peeping, random flapping. Moths are butterflies who party at night. And it seems they have loads of friends. These are the original creatures of the night. They have a 'way more active night life than I have. I know. That's not saying anything at all. But they Hang Out. You can see them outlined on the house's screens, or feel the living shadows(?) on the ceiling. (the old dirty joke - that's not a Shadow…) I guess it's a cozy ledge just above my front door. More than once or twice, "things" have dropped to the ground as I open the door. I wait for the day one of those things drops on my head as I step out into the dark to walk.. It has to happen. Everything happens. Maybe just kill me now. When I have to walk Chance. in the rain, I step out into that cold, cold Florida downpour and it immediately goes down the neck of my coat, runs down my back, and I pray its just rain.