The huge moth fluttered and spun along the ceiling, down the wall, toward the bed.  Five-year old Kate dug under the duvet to tunnel away from its bulbous brown furry body.  I sat beside her.  We both called, "Dad!"  We needed rescuing.  Sort of, I just didn't want to touch it.
Ian hopped around the bedroom, stepping everywhere except on Kate's head, still buried under cover, her mewling peeps urging him to hurry... and not hurt it, but get it out, and put it outside, but not hurt it...
Davis came running in to see why all the commotion?  Ian grabbed at the moth, and for the tenth time it flitted just out of reach.  Davis ran to get the dog.  "Go get the moth!"  Davis told her, swishing his hands in its direction.  Our little white puppy stared, head bobbing back and forth, watching the flying creature move closer.  Davis picked her up, facing the moth, dangling her in mid-air.  Our attention then went to encouraging him to put the dog down.  He ignored us, running with her toward the erratic flying wings.  The puppy wiggled and wiggled, Davis was losing his grasp, paws everywhere.
"Get the moth!  Eat it!  Eat it!"  Davis yelled.
Kate cried, "Is the moth gone?"
"No!" Davis punched the air with the dog.
"Get it!  Eat it!"  The puppy squirmed, Davis held her above his head, to reach the moth.
Ian got the puppy, then the moth.  He questioned the frustrated chaos of Davis' attempts to feed the dog.
Kate came out from under the covers, red and sweaty, wiping tears, and relieved.
Davis was angry.  He wanted to make sure the moth went outside, that it wasn't crushed in Ian's hand.  He was angry at us for not letting him force the puppy to eat the moth. The puppy curled up and went to sleep.

Later that night he told me and the dog that there was only one okay way to get rid of a moth, besides putting it outside, but that's not good either because moths might struggle to live through the cold of the night.

"If Dad killed the moth, that would be murder.  If I killed the moth, that would be murder.  But, if the dog killed the moth, that would be part of the cycle of nature. So, you see, I was trying to help Kate by giving the moth a natural death."