We go clap, the moths go flap
WE sit every evening, watching television, going clap, clap, clap, not because we continue to love , no matter how often we watch it, but in an ineffectual attempt to kill the moths going flap, flap, flap. We have what can only be described as an infestation and I’m not surprised. There’s really nowhere one would rather live (if you were a moth):
