Living in the country seems idyllic. I mean, great views, wide open spaces, fresh air, what’s not to like?
I think the thing that grosses me out the most… are those wonderful little things called miller moths. Right now, my house has a pleasantly intense infestation.
That means that at night, when you turn on a light, the millers come out and fly into the light of your computer or tv or lamp, over and over, and you can’t but help wish they’d beat their own little brains out on the lamp shades.
I set miller traps. Place a lamp over a soapy bucket of water and, hopefully, as they’re attracted to the light, they fly into the soapy water and drown.
My other technique is my little vacuum. I can visit each window in my house as the sun sets and the millers are attracted to the fading light and suck up each little puppy. It’s gross. It’s perfectly icky.
I’m not sure why they don’t fly around during daylight hours. That’s the time they choose to hide in your discarded long sleeve shirt, or towels, or blankets, or under pillows.
My nightlights are disabled. My bedtime reading is shortened if not nonexistent. My tv has two millers crawling across the screen as I type. I’ve shut off rooms and the cross air flow I might have gained to cool off my house in favor of blocking the access of each room’s miller count added to the living areas.
It’s just gross.
The only good thing is they don’t make the irritating hum like mosquitoes.
But still… they are just… ICK.Find me here!