Those sneaky little monsters! I sought revenge and got the non-subtly labeled traps to capture the dreaded moths. Still, they appear, and when I go to bed, the last thought I have before skipping off to dreamland is the moths. Pantry moths.
Admitting to having pantry moths is as embarassing as buying yeast infection medicine.
My pantry is clean. Nuts and rice that were sealed in impenetrable Tupperware for godssakes fell victim to those determined little creatures of hell.
I tossed flour and cereal into the garbage. I scrubbed twice. I did my holiday cookie baking at my mom's house. And still...when I come home from a day at the salt mines I see one, sitting on the counter. Lying in wait.
I can't believe I'm so uninteresting that I'm blogging about pantry moths. But seriously, where are they coming from?
And why, after the flurry of activity during Thanksgiving weekend, can I only manage to write about the flurry of the moths?
I hope to change that with a weekend in New York City.
I'm sure the moths will still be here when I get back.