Children’s Story: The Moth Inside My Head

It was my great-uncle, a zoologist, who invented the phrase ‘Make a beeline for somewhere’. Before him, people just used to say that they they were going to ‘go’ somewhere, but he changed all that.

That’s not true, of course. It’s nonsense, all made up. I have to go shortly, but before I do I’m going to tell you something that is true. When I was about ten years old, a moth flew into my ear. It stayed there for about two hours, and although now my recollection of events is patchy to say the least, it must looking back have been a stressful couple of hours, especially for the moth. Whatever it found inside my head it didn’t like; it screamed and screamed until eventually, thanks to the careful and patient administrations of the hospital staff, after I myself had screamed and stamped my feet enough for my parents to recognise that yes, it was not a figment of my imagination, but an actual winged insect flying around inside my head, eventually, as I say, the doctors and nurses were with the aid of a syringe able to extract the somewhat bedraggled, chastened but still intact insect from it’s temporary home, inside my head, dead.

(I asked my father if we could have a funeral for the moth, but he said ‘No’.)