But you know what she is afraid of?
I know, right? (Something about their erratic flutteriness, and probably some deep-seated memories of having to walk by the only illuminated porch light for miles late at night as a child)
When we went out for our evening walk last night, there was something fluttering around in the hall/stairwell. At first we thought it was a bat or small bird or something.
Nope! It just had to be a moth! A giant, horrible, terrifying, life-sucking moth! (mom's gentleman friend, let's call him J, took this picture. She would never get that close to such a thing).
We managed to sneak by it on our way out, and carefully looked for it when we got back but didn't see it. Phew, in the clear.
Well this morning when mom was leaving for work, her skirt must have rustled against it or something, because it darted up right in front of her, down the stairwell, out and off into the sky. I was in the bedroom lounging around, but I was still able to hear her little shriek, and immediately launched up into "OMG! Mom's in trouble!!!" mode. The way J put it, I quickly jumped up and put my ears toward the door, nose straight out, focused, with one paw up and ready to bold at a moment's notice. No one hurts my mommy!
Turns out it was just her being silly over a perfectly harmless moth. Gosh, she's ridiculous sometimes. But that doesn't mean I won't do everything in my power to watch over and protect her.
It's cool mom, I got your back ;)