content: One night a very long time ago, I guess I was about 18 or 19 years old, a buddy and I were up at the cottage getting really drunk and playing cards. One of us went outside to pee, I can’t remember if it was him or me, but we found this HUGE moth that had lighted on the window screen (the thing was the size of a man’s hand). We found a large pickle jar and caught that giant bug, took it inside, put it on the table, welcome to the party! So the moth who was now my friend, and my other friend drank until we fell down, passed-out, gooned... I found myself trying to open my eyes the next morning, was on a couch with a blanket and pillow, so that was a good thing..., but my eyes did not want to greet the morning light.., I put the pillow over my head, tried to go back to sleep.....thwack thwack thwack...flap* flap flap..what the fuck is that? I pulled the blanket over my head trying to go back to sleep thwack thwack thwack thwack flap flap thwack thwack In my drunken confused head I thought my friend was playing cards with the moth..., I pulled the pillow off my head, sat up and shouted “would you guys shut the fuck up!?”. It was at that moment that the male mallard duck who had landed on the chimney at some point in the evening (lucky for him it was summer time, no fire in the fire place), who had fallen in or, maybe wanted to join the party, started flying around the living room, flap flap flap.., lands in the kitchen, walks around thwack thwack thwack..,  I shouted across the room to my friend asleep on a couch and the moth asleep in the jar on the table “HEY DUDES! We got a duck in here, who invited the duck?” The moth just looked at me like I was fucked in the head, my sleeping friend jumped up and said “WHAT THE FUCK?” Anyway, long story short, it turns out the duck had a poor attitude, never said quack, but he didn’t know how to play cribbage AND he shit right on the carpet (that’s my job), so we kicked him out.., or I should say tried kicking him out, motherfucking mallard bastard did not want to leave...party crashing bird almost got its ass kicked.., he was lucky the moth calmed me down or his goose would have been cooked.., yup.