I hate like, small creatures or creatures that can fly. Birds, bugs, etc.

I keep hearing this fluttering noise every now and then, I think there’s a moth in my room. I don’t know for sure and I don’t have the courage to go check to be honest.

They usually come out around this time of year. It’s the middle of the night and the light in my room is on. I can’t turn the light off because the switch is right under the lamp shade, next to the light bulb. 

I’m just sitting here having a panic attack. This is why I hate summer.