“Thank you so much for coming!” The mother greeted the exterminator as he walked in.

“We have this really weird bug in our house, and we don’t know what it is,” the dad told the exterminator. 

“Alright, where is it?” The exterminator asked.

The mom pointed upstairs toward her daughters room, in which the daughter was oblivious to the whole situation

The exterminator nodded before starting up the stairs, feeling the air turn heavy. With each step, the stairs let out a horrifying screech. The clock ticked and chimed its tune, and the exterminator held his devices tightly in his hands. The parents watched from the bottom anxiously, clasping each others hands and promising each other that it would be ok. 

The exterminator held 3 or 4 bottles of bug spray, and 2 more in a belt around his waist with a bunch of materials. As the exterminator turned the corner, he saw it on the wall, clinging to the ceiling with long, extending arms. It was some sort of moth, but something completely out of the ordinary. Its wings were the size of 2 men’s hands, and it had long antennas sticking out and waving as it scanned the room. The morh was a dark brown and light green color, with large black pulsing eyes watching the exterminator. The moths legs stretched and clamped onto the wall for support, digging into the drywall and making noticeable holes that looked like they could’ve been nails. 

The moth slowly turned its head, which was encapsulated in thick white spots. It had small black hairs protruding from its body. The moth opened its mouth to reveal small but razor sharp teeth. The teeth clamped down on each other as the moth charged toward the exterminator, wings fluttering and teeth chomping on nothing. Before the exterminator even knew it, its long, thin arms had clasped into his protective suit, puncturing holes and large wounds inside of it. His gas mask fell off his face after the moths thick and powerful wings knocked into it. It was like getting hit with a small wooden baseball bat. 

The moths teeth then sunk into his exposed skin, blood squirting out. Venom pierced into his skin before the exterminator squirmed so much that the moth took flight, taking refuge under the daughters lamp, sneering and making loud sounds that sounded almost like an alien. 

The exterminator was already starting to feel the effects of the venom. He stared at the large bite marks, at least a few inches deep. Blood dripped down; along with strange black and purple spots covering his arm. The moth looked angry after it had just been thrown, and it had not had the chance to fully sink its venom into the exterminator, giving him a slight chance of survival. The venom slowly infiltrated his blood stream, and it became harder to function. It seemed that the exterminators bones became stiff and hard to move properly. 

The exterminator whipped out 4 bottles of bug spray and covered his mouth with part of his suit. The spray immediately shot out of the small containers, the moth fleeing and wildly flying around the room. The moth repeatedly went back to the exterminator, slashing its legs across his exposed arm to spread more venom. The exterminator started to feel lightheaded, his vision becoming a swirling labyrinth. The daughter was hiding under the bed, unconscious and unable to move. She too had been bitten by the moth, but she had gotten a new, fresh layer of venom. It was too much for her body to take, but her body was fighting for survival. The exterminator noticed her, but he didn’t stop spraying the bug spray, as it seemed to be slowing the moth down. Without warning, the exterminator grabs the daughters large night lamp and whacked it at the wall. The moth narrowly missed it, the lamp crushing into the wall and falling down, broken, onto the ground. 

In an attempt to trap the moth, he pulled out a large glass container; which had bait to lure the moth into it. The replica of a normal moth fluttered around, its mechanical parts screeching.

The exterminator held out the glass container, and the moth flew toward it, probably thinking the fake moth was some kind of food. The moth flew into the container and violently attacked the fake moth, and it soon realized that it had been tricked. The exterminator quickly shut the door to the container, and he had captured the strange creature. Feeling the effects of the venom, he collapsed to the floor and met the rough carpeting. At least he caught it. The parents eagerly went up the stairs, concerned, but in a minute or two the exterminator had already awoken. Their daughter crawled out from under the bed, with candy crumbs all over her face. 

“So you didn’t get bitten?” The exterminator asked. 

“I didn’t even know that thing was in my room,” the daughter replied. 

The man hugged the family, keeping his venomous arm away from them. When he looked back at the container, the moth was gone. The daughter laughed and smiled as she played with the creature, and the exterminator leaped into action.