My SO and I were going on a camping trip with a few close friends on a Saturday. On Thursday night, a HUGE moth flew into my room while I was home alone. Not knowing what it was or whether or not it would try to eat me, I threw a boot at it and it fell to the ground. My SO got home, picked it up and threw it away.
On Friday, we noticed our front door wasn't closing all the way. We had to make a quick trip to the store for some camping supplies, so we left it cracked open.
Halfway to the store our car broke down at one of the most busy intersections in Houston. A hobo helped us push it to a nearby gas station and my SO's uncle showed up an hour later to help us fix it. He got it running and told us everything looked fine. We gave him $30 for helping us and went to the store. The stress of our only vehicle breaking down the day before a camping trip we had planned for weeks gave me REALLY bad anxiety, and I started getting nauseous.
We finished shopping and tried to start the car and heard a loud pop under the hood. Tried 3 more times to start it. Nothing. We wait another two hours for his uncle to return. When he arrives he apologizes and explains that he was going to use the $30 for gas, but it blew away in the wind when he got to the gas station, so he had to go back home for gas money. He fixes up the car again and we head home.
Finally we arrive home and pull into the driveway. My SO's mother is crying hysterically on the porch of her house (we live in the back of the property) and rubbing her wrists. We ask what happened and she said that a group of teenagers hit her truck while her 4 year old grandson was inside. When she got out to exchange their insurance info they took off with the truck and the kid. She grabbed the back bumper and was dragged a few feet before letting go and smashing her hands onto the ground. They left the truck in a ditch when they noticed the kid. At this point she was waiting for the police arrive.
We comfort her before walking back to our house. The door is wide open, our cats are nowhere to be found and the whole place is ransacked. Microwave, DVD player and remote, a jar of a years worth of saved change and an ac unit are all gone. Either the same teenagers broke into our house or we just had crazy bad luck. We still got to go camping though. Our car hasn't worked since then.
TL;DR Killed a moth and unleashed a curse. Never again.