I think the electric bug zapping racquet, which the Boy bought so he can pretend to be Momoshiro and Dunk Smash the wasps, will only increase its terrible powers. If I sprayed it with Raid, I would be poisoned before it even started to cough. And I forgot to charge my lightsaber.
When I'm being terrorized by large moths, as I am from time to time, I normally call the Boy to dispose of them for me. I think he hates them as much as I do, but he's the man. My guilt at reverting to gender sterotypes and my frustration over not being able to do this for myself pale beside my fear of very large moths. Once, he even came home from work to kill a moth so I could take a shower. (He just works across the street, if that makes me seem less pitiful.)
But he is away this weekend and so it is just me and Mothra. Maybe I'll get a hotel room.