The little moth had made itself comfortable on the edge of the shower tray. The sudden rush of water from the shower head startled her. I saw a small shadow fluttering out of the corner of my eye, then it was hit by the water drops and knocked down into the shower tray. There she lies now and drifts in the first trickle of the shower water slowly in the direction of the drain.
First thought: ‚Man, can’t she be careful! She’s surely dead and if not, by the time she’s in the drain, I won’t be able to get hold of her and then it’ll be quick drowning. That’s how it is. Just like with us. Things come together and then something happens. We can’t complain when it gets us, either.‘ –
Then: ‚Is it that simple?‘ Water off. And with a piece of toilet paper, try to fish the moth out of the trickle in time. The moth, halfway dry again by turning off the water, flutters and hops through the shower pan. Always away from my saving piece of paper. After the sixth attempt: ‚Then not! I still have enough to do. Just like us. If we don’t recognize and accept the saving hand, then we can’t be helped. So water march and then it goes evenly again toward the drain. Then it shall be so!‘ – –
Then: ‚Pfft.‘, another look at the moth, which is not aware of any guilt and is doomed to die, and I go stark naked and ready for a shower into the living room, get our insect catcher, grab the moth and put it unharmed in front of the front door. ‚What the heck. The time is here, after all. I don’t have to let it die. Especially not because of ’self-inflicted‘ and such nonsense. I guess the fate was for me to save her.‘ – – –
What is right? Which of these is the way? Sometimes I know. Often I do not know.