A middle-aged man obsessed with moths, describes his mother as a giant hawk moth. He recalls his childhood when Mother would sneak into his room at night and, using her probing moth tongue, went through his clothes, books, etc, looking for inappropriate material. Just as he is moving Mother to a trailer park, she accidentally blows up her house.
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