You guys. I saw 3 moths today — not the big kind that love your lightbulbs and fly in when you open the front door. The little kind that might be trying to get at your yarn stash. I went through and bagged up everything this weekend, and saw 2 skeins with tell-tale signs, but I tossed them out toot de suite. Hoping these varmints escaped in the Great Yarn Picking and Bagging Adventure of June 2014 and am bolstered by having sent them on to glory (as it were) this evening. Wish I could channel more of the Buddha and figure out a way to shoo them out of the joint, but I gotta a lot of yarn, y’all, and it’s not the cheap stuff.
I should have read this, or this, or this ages ago, I know, but, well, hindsight. I thought surely, they’re not going to come for me since I spent so much of my hard-earned dollars on that yarn. I mean, seriously, they must have known my sacrifice and would stay away from my stuff. Wrong-o. Now, it’s all picked over and tightly bagged in Ziplocs (even the finished stuff) and I only lost two marginally lovely skeins which isn’t so bad, so I’m hoping this is the end. Keep your fingers crossed for me! I wrote before about gnat-smashing and how satisfying it is, but t’s not nearly as satisfying to smash a moth because you got to wonder what they’ve been up to before you found ’em. Bastards!