A childhood belief about creepy crawlies

When I was 3 years old I was playing Mad Libs with my aunt who was around 12, my brother who was 9, and my sister who was 5. While I was laughing hysterically at the funny story we created I didn't notice that I sat on a moth. It was one of those white moths with the black dots that are all over the place, and it had landed on a chair a few seconds before I plopped down. My aunt noticed it, and told me. I felt bad about killing it, but even worse when my aunt proceeded to tell me about the moth.

She said his name was Booga Booga and if someone killed him that person would be cursed forever. I of course believed this and was terrified.
That day as I was running around the corner on my street I tripped and fell, cutting my knee. A few days later it happened again in the same exact spot. Later, when I was old enough to ride a bike, skate, and ride a scooter I would always end up falling at that corner. I was sure it was Booga Booga's curse.

A few years later I moved to an apartment that had a balcony. We lived on the lower level so the balcony was only a few feet off the ground. My sister and I were on it one day and one of those white moths landed on the railing. I was still scared to death of them, so I warned my sister not to hurt Booga Booga. My sister was older, so she no longer believed in Booga Booga. To prove it wasn't true she killed the moth. A few minutes later she fell off the balcony!! That was all the proof we needed. After that we never went near one of those moths again. I still will not kill one to this day and I am now 20 years old.