The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
April 19, 2005

Moth sighting

Moth collecting is hard to do only part time. It essentially demands all of your time, or falls fast off the radar. I was reminded of this fact when I found a common moth dead on my desk, directly below my work light. You don't have to be a detective on one of those science cop shows to know what happened. I planned to pin mount it in a frame and hang it in the hallway bathroom. That place has been out of balance since the urinal went in. If you're curious, I don't work with a killing jar, Diary. That's like hunting with dynamite. It's simply not sporting. Anyway, I slid the corpus of the moth, which I think was a Agriades of some kind, into an envelope. That was two days ago. Today I accidentally sent my tax authorization in the same envelope. It's movie night tonight and I'm on popcorn duty so no sense weeping over spilled milk. Perhaps I will get it back with the tax return.