It began with one.
A tiny one – delicate, harmless….
And, then there were two.
Two little moths…
I should have known where this was going – I’d been there before.
A box of infested birdseed had spawned a flurry of moths. But, that was another house, another state, several years ago.
Yes, we moved. And, yes, when we moved daughter brought her bird with her. And, yes, I carefully cleaned and disinfected everything with the intent of bringing NO moths with us.
But, here we are again.
Whether it’s because of something we brought with us or bought here is of little consequence.
The fact is:
what began with one has grown to number hundreds….
And, no. I didn’t kill the first one. I should have. Should have killed it instantly, and every one I saw thereafter.
Perhaps I didn’t kill them because I’d been taught NOT to by my dad. Poor candlefly…can’t help but be who and what it is – creature of darkness drawn to light. A gentle soul who does no harm. Only a mean fellow would kill such a gentle, helpless creature.
And, so I gave grace and showed mercy to the occasional moth that appeared on my wall or ceiling.
Whether stupid or blind, or simply not thinking, I’m not sure what words to hang my lack of attention and forethought to. But, the fact remains that I neglected to act swiftly and decisively. And we were soon overrun by moths.
Tiny moths. Little, delicate, fluttery moths.
The first moth I killed, was killed with deep regret and given an apology. I truly felt bad about breaking my dad’s rule – you don’t kill moths.
The second moth I killed also received an apology. As did the third and fourth and fifth. I was deeply saddened by my need to kill them. I wanted to catch them and release them outside, but they would have frozen.
But, when Daughter sounded the alarm one morning with, “Um…Mom, you’d better come look at this…,” everything changed. As I approached her bedroom door, I waved off a drove of exiting moths. One look at her bedroom ceiling and walls hardened my heart and set my resolve.
No more grace. No more mercy. No more looking the other way. And, no more apologies. This was war. And, I would be victorious!
Gentle soul?!? Bah!
Only a mean fellow would kill them? Well, watch me put on my mean fellow face!
I grabbed the ShopVac, extended the wand to reach 15 feet, and went to work. I sucked up every gentle soul I could find.
There’s nothing gentle about these moths. They have one goal and that’s to overrun my house. Candleflies they are not. Gentle souls – nope. These are pantry moths and my delay has cost me more than just frustration. It’s an all out war against them. Eradication will be difficult and time consuming. And, it will mean a constant attack on our part.
And, to be honest, I can think of a lot better things to do with my time than to vacuum moths and moth larvae, and chase after them with my fly swatter. Looks like my Christmas time off will be spent cleaning out and cleaning up and killing off.
Oh, how I wish I’d taken action before the first moth ever appeared. Yes, there were precautions I could have taken. Remember? I’ve been here before.
Living life with my head stuck in the sand isn’t wise. Inattention to detail only makes matters worse. Nothing changes for the better without intentional action on my part.
Excuse me – a moth just flitted past me.
Where’s my fly swatter?!?
Die moth! DIE!