I don’t know how this happened to me. But I have a moth infestation. Dozens of moths appear every day in the kitchen. It is icky. This is the second time it has happened. The first time was in my last house. So I assume it is me.
Moths don’t sound so bad, do they? But. . .what about moth LARVAE?? Now, that, my friends, is gross. I won’t tell you where I’ve found them, but found them I have. Obviously, I throw out anything that I ever find that has evidence of moths or moth potential, but they are still here. It troubles me. It troubles me greatly. What does it all mean, all the moths? Where is Mothra?
This morning my husband and I were laying in bed talking. He said something funny and I laughed, which was dumb, because as soon as the kids hear me laugh, they come on in. (I am incapable of laughing quietly. Ask anyone.) First Bee came in, “Good morning!” How one person can be that cute in the morning is beyond me. Then, “Can I get in the bed with you?” Really, how could you say no to that. Then, the cat gets on the bed. A few minutes later, C finally comes in and sits on the bed. We are now five beings on one bed. C says, “I think I have a moth bite!” Look! And holds up his arm and shows an invisible (to the rest of us) “moth bite.”
“OH GOD!” I say. “THE MOTHS ARE BITING THE CHILDREN! WE MUST EVACUATE!”
“Mothra must be commanding them!” says my husband.
C is laughing now, but still trying to garner sympathy for the “moth bite.” “Look! Really!”
Bee asks, “Can moths really bite you?”
I guess this is how kids get confused about life. Too much ridiculousness too early in the morning.