Critters are not being kind to me, as hard as I try to be kind to them.
Well, I try to be kind to most living things. I’ll admit, I haven’t tried hard to be kind to the moths, even though they are defenseless little buggers. They make you crazy while they are flying around your head, but when they do land, they just sit there waiting to be swatted. What they do bad is get in your cereal and stuff like that and reproduce faster than you can imagine. While I was away from my home in the country, they ate and had sex in all the dry food they could get into and then headed out into the bathroom where they preceded to take over the ceiling as their nursery. Apparently that blown-on ceiling stuff contains something moth-edible. I spray them and swat them, and more keep coming. Just like the Zombie Apocalypse. I think I have them on the run now. I hope.
The moths had a lot of help. I swear the mice were just biting little holes in things so the moths could get in, because usually they didn’t eat what they opened. They just ran around, leaving a big mess wherever they went, which was everywhere. One day I opened the my pantry door and came face to face with one of them, sitting on a pickle jar, just looking at me, with his little tail curled up behind him. He was really cute. It is hard to want to kill something that cute, so I set live traps. I finally caught him, at least I think it was him, because I got him right beside the pickle jar. I took him for a ride to the country. I thought maybe he was the only trouble maker, or maybe Continue reading “The Moth Apocalypse and the Turtle That Tried to Drive”