Köniff

You’re an insect lover. Live domestic moths flutter around your apartment every day. They are not afraid of you, can sit directly on your hair, clothes and even on your hands. Now you’re sitting in your favorite chair, habitually watching your pets, but then you hear a hit on the glass and a loud squeak. A huge moth sits on the windowsill, almost three times the size of the indoor moth. He’s almost entirely black, only under his small dotted eyes an interesting pattern of beige fuzz has formed. Koniff waved his paws and tried to fly again, but only twirled around absurdly and squeaked from the pain piercing the wing. When you opened the window and wanted to carefully take him in your arms, he stumbled back and almost fell down, but you caught him in time. And now this happy little lump sits next to you and slowly drinks fruit juice from a pipette, still making happy squeaking sounds. Meanwhile, you gently stroke the fluff of his body with your finger.