I have a moth phobia and an aversion to sewing that i think came from watching 'The Silence of the Lambs' at an impressionable age... Now I know what you're thinking, 'hey spazz, just take your meds like the rest of us'... But there's not enough downers in Los Angeles to put a dent in the terror that comes over me when one of those huge Carlos Casteneda moths flies straight at me, trying to take me to the under world... Run and scream, run and scream, what else can a girl do? honestly...