One time when I was little, my girlscout troop went on a camping trip, and the campsite had this large wooden shack that was an outhouse. The adults were all busy trying to set up camp and some of the girls were complaining that the door on the outhouse shack was stuck shut, so I was convinced that I could just fix this by dropkicking the door. I succeeded in kicking the door open, but as I turned around and threw my fists in the air I noticed that the girls were all horrified and one screamed and ran off. As it turns out, there was a colony of moths living in the outhouse and they all decided to fly out when I kicked the door open, so as I faced them triumphantly, hands in the air, there were hundreds of moths flying out behind me. I think about this sometimes.