One time, in my youth, I was up late with a single lamp on. The lamp kept making this buzzing sound. I examined it closer, and saw a moth had somehow managed to work itself into the socket under the bulb.

It was a truly terrifying thing to see. Trapped to certain death so close to that object of obsession. I can’t remember what I did, maybe screwed the bulb tighter to end its suffering, or bring it to shining completion.