For the last week or so we have been plagued with Indian Meal moths. Every morning the ceilings and upper reaches of the walls are dotted with them.
We have learned that swatting at them leaves a smudge on the wall, so The Squire and I have been wandering the condo with a small vacuum cleaner to collect them. Honestly, we feel as we are big game hunters, waving the vacuum as if it was a shotgun. Boris is pretty effective at catching them, and really enjoys the hunt, but most of the bugs are way out of his reach.
We also discovered, much to our dismay, that these little rascals don’t die when the get sucked into the machine. When you open the machine to empty it the moths fly out and go all over the place.
We were not amused. (Actually, it was pretty funny, but frustrating!)
When I sent out to feed the foxes last night I spied what I first thought was a bunch of odd, grey flowers in the grass. I reached down to brush it, as it looked soft and fuzzy.
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