We were in Xel's camper, trying to clean it (it didn't work) when we saw a moth. It was an injured one, one of its legs and one of its eyes lame. I, being the kind of person that adores bugs (dragonflies mostly) decided to try and catch it. I was going to try to feed it a bit and make it a little stronger, but it just kept clinging on to Xel and wouldn't let go. "How cute!" was Xel's reply to it clinging. Xel tried to put it on the pullout table, and gave it a bit of food for it and some grass to climb on to make it feel at home. We soon tried to let it go once it ate, but it wouldn't leave. We kept it as a pet and named it Will. Hours later, we were letting it crawl all over our hands, until it flew onto the ceiling, but crashed and fell. It wasn't moving, so we picked it up. It began to move slightly, so I took it home and tried to help a little. Eventually, it did die and I decided to write this story and a poem about it. Maybe I'll post it if it ever gets done. We will remember him, and we hope you will think about even bugs when you see them. ~*Bye-Gon Jinx*~