The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for September 20, 2024

What are you, my moth-er??

And quit sniffing the moth balls!

Calms down now. Ain’t mothing to worries about.

She staggers in after circling the city street lights for hours.

She must have missed out on Burning Man

So, when a moth goes toward the light, they die and go toward the light?

I’m missing the main humor if it’s there

They’ve really got Margaret pegged.

Do English speaking moths say, “Aww, man?” Wouldn’t it be more like, “Aww, bug?”

Baby Mothras?

Even after reading all of the comments, I still don’t get it.

Great mothballs afire.

They found her stash of matchbooks.

Face it Margaret, your friends get upset when you keep burning down their houses.

Run, Barbara, run … many of us know you can’t drive a car and just wind up in that country estate over there….

They’re turning out the lights so she doesn’t turn out her own light.

Turn out the lights, the party’s over.

And yet she was drawn to it.

Sadly, moths don’t get a second chance and the opportunity for an interdiction regarding that fatal attraction.