For some odd reason, whatever room I stay in, it attracks flying insects. This year so far, I've been lucky. In the past I've had to deal with flying ants (I beleive that would make them the drones), a handful of wasps, a couple of bees, ladybugs (they're only cute when they're not flying at you), and of course... moths.
For some odd reason, I can deal pretty well with all of them except the moths. Everytime I see one in my room/house, I just have this reaction of throwing something at it. Whenever they get too close though, I have what seems to be a mini panic attack... or something. Damn I hate moths.
I haven't, but my father has. He was coming home from work early one morning, and as he was taking his motorcycle helment off, a moth flew straight into his ear. The moth then proceeded to crawl down inside his ear canal, eventually getting stuck on his ear drum, and wanting fiercly to get out. My father, screaming and yelling for my mother to get this bleepty bleep thing out of his ear, ran into the bathroom. Cursing and swearing my mother tried to pick at it, but to no avail. He then ran out the door, hopped back on the motorcycle and drove to the hospital a few blocks away. After telling the desk people of his situation, they got him to sit down and fill out some forms, so they can take his blood pressure, and then see about getting the moth out. My father, not wanting to have to wait for the moth to be removed (who can blame him? the thing was dancing on his ear drum.) told the nurses what they could do with their bleepity bleep paper work and their bleepity bleep blood pressure test. He then went straight to the Ear/Nose and Throat clinic across the street, where our favorite Irish doctor sat him right down, poured a liquid into his ear to kill the moth, and then extracted it with some foreceps, all in under 5 minutes, free of charge. God bless the Irish.