Claw

The other night while we were sleeping, I heard a very loud crash. I got up to see what was going on, and saw that Chopper was in the middle of murdering a moth. Fiiiiine with me, I HATE those things and all the dust that falls off them when they fly around. The next morning when I got up to use the bathroom, it took my eyes a minute to figure out what I was looking at.
Thanks a lot, Moth. And Chopper. I am reminded of you every day when I go into the bathroom and look at your cute little claw hole.