If I start seeing giant spiders, we're moving

First, we were infested with rats that turned out to be giant mice.

Now, it appears we have been visited by Mothra:

Last night, while I was washing dishes, I spied Mothra here flittering around outside the back door. Actually, I heard it first - the sound of its wings on the window - and went to see what it was. I picked up the Tiny Man, who was standing nearby, and we watched Mothra fly around next to the outside porch light. Then I heard SuperDad ask me if I had the BB gun handy because there was a mouse under the kitchen table. I shot it, but only wounded it, so SuperDad had to bludgeon it with a shoe (MY shoe, to be exact). When he opened the back door to go throw the mouse out into the field, Mothra came into the house. It seemed to really like the lamp hanging from the ceiling, so SuperDad had to climb up in a chair and try to shoo it outside. It didn't want to go, so he had to grab it by the wings and took it outside, where he tossed it away, but it followed him back in the door and attached itself to his shirt. It is at this point I would have screamed if it were on MY shirt, but since it wasn't, I thought to myself "This would be a good photo for the blog," so I said "Wait! Let me get the camera!" So here I am, sharing yet another installation in the critter infestation story with my internet peeps. You're welcome.