Last night my wife and I were watching TV when a moth flew out from under the couch trailing a four-inch-long clump of dog hair, and we were both like, “Whoa-my-God what is THAT,” until we realized it wasn’t a new demon species of moth living in our house.
 
I caught the hair clump, and the moth flew around like a little toy plane on a string until it freed itself and everything was OK.