This morning Duchess was sitting on the coffee table staring intently at a moth on the ceiling.
I climbed up on the couch and used the remote to nudge the moth, prompting him to fly down where Duchess could play with him. She chased him around a bit, and then he flew into the super-bright floor lamp next to the couch.
The floor lamp is moth Armageddon. They roast on the super-hot bulb.
Duchess sat on the arm of the couch and stared up at the lamp, then at me.
“I can’t get him back,” I told her. “He’s gone for good.”
She stared at the lamp, then at me.
I went back to bed.
Several hours later, when I came out again, she was sitting on the arm of the couch staring intently at the lamp.
I saw that there was a new moth on the lamp, a slightly larger one, sitting just inside the rim. I turned the light off for a few minutes to let it cool, then reached in and scooped him out so she could chase him. She had a wonderful time.
Now she thinks I can get moths back out of the lamp.