One time when I was little, my girlscout troop went on a camping trip, and the campsite had this large wooden shack that was an outhouse. Â The adults were all busy trying to set up camp and some of the girls were complaining that the door on the outhouse shack was stuck shut, so I was convinced that I could just fix this by dropkicking the door. Â I succeeded in kicking the door open, but as I turned around and threw my fists in the air I noticed that the girls were all horrified and one screamed and ran off. Â As it turns out, there was a colony of moths living in the outhouse and they all decided to fly out when I kicked the door open, so as I faced them triumphantly, hands in the air, there were hundreds of moths flying out behind me. Â I think about this sometimes.