Not fuck you guys! Just fuck. You guys.
Also I just had my weirdest thought of the week, while in the bathroom: If I were an office cleaner, I would only ever go to the bathroom in the other gender's room. Just for fun! Because you're in there alone, cleaning!
Not fuck you guys! Just fuck. You guys.
Ha! No, I got it. I just missed the comma the first time around.
I've used hamster bedding in small muslin drawstring bags--and added in dried roses and lavender because more girly--for my lingerie drawers. And I tuck the bags among my mohair stuffed animals and hand-quilted coverlets, and hand-embroidered linen and cotton dresser scarves and tea towels.
This is a great idea, thanks Beverly. I have some of those cedar blocks but this sounds much more effective to me, plus replenishable.
Not fuck you guys! Just fuck. You guys.
Like Steph I misread at first, but then thought, "that doesn't sound like Jesse, except the 'fuck' part."
We had food moths (not the same as clothes moths) in our pantry, and Tim put hamster bedding in an old pantyhose leg and tacked it up over the doorway inside the pantry. No more moths.
I'm less concerned about flappy moths than I am about the larvae. I mean, just typing the word "larvae" makes me want to burn the house down.
Anyone sending me queries at 3:45 on a Friday when I was working since 7:30 and did a couple hrs work last night should not expect me to get right on it.
OK, heading out to lawyer meeting. Wish us legal-ma!
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The word larvae has the same effect on me. I am the person who was shucking corn for a dinner for which the guests had already arrived and found a corn earworm. I screamed and refused to go back in the kitchen until someone else had dealt with the corn. So the larvae aspect was the worst part when we moved into the house before this and found it was infested with clothing moths.
They were finally defeated through a combination of washing or dry cleaning every natural fabric; putting clothes in plastic boxes and bags; and taking everything out of closets and then spraying the closets with insecticide.
We haven't seen a single moth (as in, the adult winged stage), just larvae (stop typing that word, Steph, stop typing it!!!). That's why I have hope that this started so recently that obsessive vacuuming will take care of most of it. And my wool allergy is suddenly a huge plus.
Because they like animal fibers, they're totally happy with pet hair, and so we weren't surprised that most of the larvae were on the floor on Tim's side of the bed, which is where the dog slept.* But there were some on my side of the bed, too, and we couldn't figure out why -- until this morning, when I picked my socks up off the floor. All winter long, I've worn wool socks, and then kicked them off when my feet got too hot while I slept. Wool socks = happy critters. Damn it.
*The dog is SO unhappy about not being allowed in the bedroom. Last night was awful. He woke us up at 3:00 barking, so I got up and let him out, and then he barked every 5 minutes for the next 45 minutes (and every time, we yelled at him to go to bed, which usually works), until Tim finally gave up and went out and slept on the couch so that Kato had a human. We need to figure out how to acclimate him back to sleeping in the living room without losing his tiny little mind.
I am out of diet Coke. There is nothing like an addiction to get you to go do something "productive".