Jerk lights. You know the type. Heck it could even be you are the type but for your sake I'd hope not. (Because jerk driving is dangerous driving and I wouldn't want you to get hurt.) Our car used to be dim, and thus, be the polar opposite. Yet our dad "fixed" it by installing new, ultra-bright lights, lights which even on the non-bright setting illuminate everything and I imagine are blinding to be behind. So much to our dismay, we discussed that we have the jerk lights, and the best we can do is to try and avoid driving like the stereotype.
When we got home, our little kitty was on the desktop chair, her head jerking around. It was clear she was looking for something. The moment my sister came through the door and saw it, she went, "Bug?"; I affirmed that was likely, and it didn't take long to have confirmation from the moth itself she was hunting. We saved it by catching it and letting it out of the front door, much to the disappointment of our little cat.
My feet are killing me right now and that doctor appointment couldn't come soon enough. I don't know exactly when it is or the details thereof, but I know it is a thing being taken care of and that yes I will indeed be going. When exactly, would have to ask my dad. But this is a thing which I will be doing!