Accidental of course.
He landed in my wine as I was distracted by conversation.
I’m not going to say it was enjoyable. It wasn’t.
I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so grossed out by the remaining feeling of fluttering wings on my lips even several minutes later.
I guess I should be flattered – it was probably a great experience for said moth.
I wonder where he is…flourishing after I flicked him out of my glass?
Telling stories to his moth friends about “the one who got away”?….