Is it a BIRD?! IS IT A BIRD?!

Last night Ashley and I went to see a sneak preview of Fracture and afterwards she came over for some (box!) wine. When we first got home, she stepped outside to call Phil while I (not surprisingly) got online to check a couple of things. Somehow, he got let in. I'm still not sure what he was, but I kept screaming, "is it a bird? IS IT?! A BIRD?! A MOTH?! WHAT is going on?" and Ashley replied, "OH GOD IT HAS LEGS," She tried shooing it outside while I helped by waiting in my bedroom with the door shut, yelling, "get it! is it gone? get it! is it gone?" like a confused savant who NEEDED THAT THING OUT. When he wouldn't shoo, I grabbed the broom and whacked him to death. Put him outside on the porch to take a picture where, I am not kidding, he somehow ended up back in the living room, on the carpet. I felt like I was all of a sudden in a horror movie. Here's the picture below but be aware, he looks so much bigger in real life.