Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Silence of the Moths

Most people panic at the sight of ferocious beasts. Lions, tigers, bears, oh my! What do I panic at the mere mention of?


That's right. Moths. I'm not scared of them, I'm not afraid that they'll crawl up into my brain while I sleep. I'm horrified at the potential damage that they'll cause to my stash. I had a really bad experience with moths (a very graphic and disgusting story that I will spare you) about 3 years ago, due to being sold moth-ridden yarn.

I'm usually pretty good at Ziploc bagging my stuff as soon as I get home… but sometimes I'm not. For whatever reason. The Ziploc-bagging helps to minimize the damage done- as well as point the finger at the offending vendor.

This morning I went into the Romper Room (also known as formerly Grace's room), to grab some clothes, and out flew A MOTH! Niki, awesome dog that he is, caught and ate the moth. (Good that he killed it, bad that he ate it. Ew.) But where there is one… yeah. So I'll be rushing to bag my goodies before going to Maryland on Thursday.

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