It could have been a robot! :eek:
I have a very similar story, though my friend in this case did not fair as well as you.
I was at sleepaway camp, after lights out, and my friend had his flashlight out. Now, this was no normal flashlight, mind you, this thing weighed about 7 pounds, had a clock radio, spotlight, and siren, in addition to the actual flashlight.
So my bed was under his (bunk beds) and just as I was going to sleep I heard the following exchange:
“Dammit!”
Ting!
“Fucking moth!”
Bam!
“Get the fuckoffa–”
WHUMP!
“AAAAAHHHHH!”
I look up and see my friend come crashing off the bed, clutching his crotch, and land on the ground head first. A moth had apparently landed on the side of the bed, where he swung at it with his immense flashlight (Ting!), fluttered onto the wall, where my friend swung again and missed (Bam!), and it alighted onto the crotch of his boxers, where he took his final swing (WHUMP!). He doubled over in pain, and hit the floor.
I think the best part of the story is that the moth was unharmed.