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".

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.

I think you could have stopped at "3:45 on a Friday" and it would still be true. I just sent a couple work-related emails and I'm not expecting a response before Monday. And it's only 1:30 here.

COB on Friday is effectively 2pm for me, regardless of how late I actually work. People shouldn't expect a response before Monday. I spend Friday afternoon (and sometimes Sunday evening) making sure everything is ship-shape for Monday morning.

Steph, get Kato a bed filled with cedar shavings. Your room's going to smell like cedar, but I don't mind that smell. Seriously, the cedar will prevent the adults from laying eggs anywhere near it. And Kato can sleep with his humans--that's *if* he doesn't mind the cedar smell.

Figured out how to improve my day: walked over to the local ice cream shop and got a coffee affogato with chocolate.