It’s been a bit of a while. Since I last wrote, the two primary wildflowers have bloomed, accented the hillsides in bright yellows and subtle purples. The western wallflower and ground iris announce that it is indeed time for warmer weather.
It’s the moths, however, that have marked the last four days. A rule of thumb is that when sealant is used to seal in cracks and crevices around the house make sure to spray inside said cracks and crevices with your prefered bug spray. One never knows where eggs have been laid. One does know when they hatch and the bugs only can go inside.
On Friday night I was bothered by five or so moths flying around my room, landing in my halogen lamp and catching fire. These are big moths, hearty little beasties. Every time I would turn on the light I would see these moths, and they kept landing on my bed. So I slept downstairs the next night. Same thing happened Saturday night. Sunday night I decided to be more light conscious, working in low light, and trying to keep my brightest lights off. This seemed to work, as there were no apparent moths in my room.
Then I opened my door to go get a glass of water. Opening my door is generally interesting, as it opens to look out the big living room window, that stretches in a roughly triangle shape about twenty feet high. One watches the sun and the moon pass in front of this mostly southern facing window. The light of the full moon illuminated the outside vista. With the light coming from outside I could see dark shapes on the window. Moths. Not merely five or six. About sixty.
This is not an exaggeration. They covered the window. It was like a horror movie, except that these moths were mostly docile and entirely horror free except for their larger than average size. Still. Sixty moths is passing the point of an acceptable night sleep, and is really an absurd thing this far north of the equatorial rainforests.
It was nine-thirty at night and sixty moths covered the window, some fluttering about, most moving slowly around if at all. I thought about bug spray. That is a lot of bugs. A bug bomb? Saturday I used a bug bomb in my room, killing stray moths and other assorted forest insects which loved high ceilings and dark crevices. That wouldn’t do for the living room, certainly not at 9:30 at night. Bug bombs require a commitment, with at least five hours in the process.
“Ah,” I thought. “The vacuum.”
Over the years, and various vacuums in this house, there has built up an accumulation of vacuum attachments. Most important for this situation was those that extended the reach. About seven of these can just about reach the top of the window, if one is standing on a step ladder. So, with the step ladder, the shopvac, and the attachments I went to work.
These were lazy moths for the most part. I slipped in underneath and sucked them in. When I was down to the last five or so I discovered the darwinian elites. These fluttered away from the hose, and made it generally more difficult.
Did I say I did this in the dark? Turn on a light and they would flutter around. The dark kept them against the window where I could see them from the light of the approaching full moon.
The job done I went to bed. And I can honestly say it was the worst night sleep in memory. There’s no specific reason for that. I’ve slept less, dreamed more, but as a cumulative night, this was terrible. Just now I repeated the moth vacuuming process, with about the fifteen or so who survived last nights purge in some hidden lair finding themselves pulled
inexorably towards their companions.
Oh, it’s was also brutal hot this past weekend, with today being just as hot but with a wonderful cool mountain breeze which made it feel not so hot.
Other than this I’m doing fine. God is good, even if he is curiously working without filling me in on the details. I guess that’s what faith and prayer are for.