Thanks to the lovely and talented Miz Lemay by adding mirth to my morning:

A guy goes to the doctor. “Doctor,” he says. “I need your help. I think I’m a moth.”

“I can’t help you, ” says the doctor. “I’m just a general practitioner. You need a psychiatrist.”

“I was on the way to the psychiatrist,” says the guy. “But then I saw your light was on.”