A moth went to visit an optomitrist when the eye doctor greets him, "Harvey Moth! Good to see you! What seems to be the problem?" "Where do I start?" Started the moth, "I go to work every day hating my job. My boss Leon Malkovika doesn't appreciate me. But he has control over me, and that gives him pleasure. My wife... well, she fell in the hard winter last year as so many of us moths did... and maybe worst of all, my son..." The moth starts to sob, "I don't love my son anymore. Whenever I look into his face, I see the same dissapointing failures of my own life. I don't know doc. If I just had a little less cowardice, I would reach over to the pistol that sits by my bed and put myself out of my misery." "OH, MY GOSH!" says the doctor "You really do need some help! But you should see a psychiatrist, or something... why did you come into MY office?" "Your light was on," said the moth.
