Irony or Coincidence?

Tuesday night I was teaching my summer freshman composition course. We were discussing Virginia Woolf's "Death of The Moth" essay, reading aloud and discussing the passage about the moth flying to and fro across the window pane as if he were trying to get out to the world and the activity, energy and life represented in the open fields.

We heard a noise at one of our very large classroom windows (we are on the second floor of the building). What looked like a giant bug with a wide rectangular face, it's open mouth brimming with tiny sharp teeth, was flitting to and fro across the window as if it were trying to get into our world and the activity and life we represented. Unlike the moth, our over-sized bug was attached to a very long neck and a wet substance was spewing from the center of its mouth.

It was a scrub brush attached to a very long pole and a hose. In reality we knew this immediately, but the timing was pretty interesting. It stayed on that window until we were nearly done discussing the essay, and spent less time on the second window. By the time we were ready to move on, so had the scrub brush.

Irony or coincidence? You decide.