Jessica and I just had some interaction with a moth that was hanging on the light above my bed. Here’s the gist of how it went:

Jessica: There’s a moth above your bed.
me: I’ll catch it.
Jessica: Oi, it’ll eat your FACE!
me: It will not. Come here, mothy mothy mothy!
Jessica: Wotcher, it’ll eat your FACE!
me: Stupid moth! *as it flies to the other end of the ceiling*
Jessica: Look lively, gov’ner, it’ll eat your FACE!
me: Freakin’ thing can sleep with me, I don’t care.
Jessica: It’ll eat your face.

And I’m not going near it again because it keeps vibrating its fuzzy butt in my general direction, which I take to mean ‘lay off, buster’; it can have the light fixture as long as I get the bed.