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.
My mom told me to get into a New York state of mind, and she sang the song to me. So, off I go, Christmastime cocktails in the big city with this girl, and this one, and her.
I'm sure the moths will still be here when I get back.
One word for the moths' origin: eggs. Lot of 'em.
That "flurry" part was good!
Enjoy NYC!
Posted by: Tom Guarriello | 30 November 2011 at 05:47 PM
My money's on you. Them moths ain't got nothin but their final countdown going on.
Posted by: KtP | 01 December 2011 at 01:21 AM
When I still lived with my parents, we had 'em -- this was a decade ago -- and I still remember the horror of tossing, sealing, waiting, checking, finding, tossing, sealing, waiting, checking.............
But nothing matches the horror of finding larvae in the cereal you're about to eat. Happened to both my sister and me. Maybe that explains why I no longer eat cereal.
{shudder}
So jealous you're getting away! When I go to the Nutcracker with the girls next week, I'll pretend it's on Broadway....
Posted by: lg | 01 December 2011 at 07:53 AM
Eew gross I am so grossed out thinking about eggs. The moths have dwindled in the past 2 weeks but still ... Grody!
Posted by: Blaugra | 01 December 2011 at 12:25 PM
I agree with Elaine-A-Belle, NY state of mind, xo, D
Posted by: D. Herzog | 02 December 2011 at 10:07 AM