I would genuinely rather the cat bring in mice or rats than moths.
My first experience of a moth was in a caravan, when I was around 4 years old, and my aunt, who was around 10 at the time, woke me screaming, jumped from the top bunk, grabbed my hand, and told me to run before it got me. She then dragged me outside, where we both stood sobbing and screaming until my grandad rescued us. I didn't know why we were sobbing and screaming; I only knew something was going to get us.
I eventually learned a moth landed on her sleeping bag. When I asked her what a moth was, she told me they were evil butterflies that got in your ears and ate your brains. I'm sure my grandparents corrected her, but clearly my aunt's description of moths was more convincing, as I don't remember anyone correcting her.
It was my mum who told her baby sister that moths are evil, brain-eating butterflies, so maybe they didn't correct her, maybe they saw passing the fear that she incited onto her own child as karma. I do remember genuinely believing it for years.
Obviously, as an adult, I understand this is unlikely to be true, but whenever I talk about my fear, someone always tells me about the time a moth got stuck in their/their friends ear.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
Mice and rats cannot fit in your ear.
Yesterday's moth was humanely caught in a plastic cup and released back into the wild by a brave volunteer (my mum), but if I see any more of them in my bedroom, then burning the house down is a perfectly reasonable response, imho.