Squishable Alter Ego Mothman –

The serendipity of it being a super rainy NYC day as I write this description: that’s the power of the Mothman, people! Unlike this adorable Mothman, I don’t sprout rainbows under my arms. I also don’t own rain boots, but I could fix that. I should fix that.

If we broke down our individual atoms and swished them around a bit, would we turn into ectoplasm? Probably not, because we’re made of human. But this Mothman certainly would! We know, because he did! And here he is!

FIERY

Some Mothmen are drawn to the glow of streetlights. This one? Wildfire. Lava flow. The eternal flame of your deepest, most chaotic impulses. He doesn’t flap toward the flame—he is the flame. Cozy him at your own risk.

ROSY MAPLE

It’s a Moth, and it is also a Man. Usually that’s as far we’d go in clarifying the species of this particular cryptid, but now we can be more specific! It’s not an Atlas Mothman, Peppered Mothman, or a Domestic Silk Mothman of any type! It’s a Rosy Maple Mothman! And proud of it!