Fair. My cousin has a fear of moths. He once described encountering a moth at night:
"I could hear him, out in the hall, his whings beating. whooosh whoosh. I held my blanket tight, and waited for him to pass. And that's when the door swung open. CRASH I looked up from under the covers and screamed. AAAAAH"
I never did find out how he got rid of that moth.
I hope he didn't kill it.
I mean, Louisiana's best governor was the Kingfisher in my opinion and that guy was corrupt as fuck.
If there's a state that should really Thank God for Mississippi, it's Louisiana.