I hate moths. I do not mean the humming bird moths that gently hover outside in the garden hoping to get a few drops of nectar or whatever from various flowers in Summer. I mean those that gain momentum with their wings and flutter past whilst you are quietly sitting at the computer wondering what to write about momentum
Yes, here I was minding my own business in the living room and suddenly I saw it fluttering through the air. I sat quite still and as it got closer I took a chance. I clapped my hands and there was one dead squashed moth on the table. It was so very small, but the only good moth is a dead one. It was the first one I had seen this year. It probably hatched out of whatever it hatches out of and decided it was too cold outside and fluttered around indoors. I do not like them, I hate them because it is a long job to get rid of them.
It’s their children that I hate even more and when you get them in the kitchen, they are a pest. It happened to me once and the only thing you can do is to put sticky paper on the cupboard doors which is impregnated with female moth scent. They attract the male moths who afterwards are stuck to the paper. At least further children are prohibited, but there might be some hiding in a crack somewhere and suddenly you find moths hanging from the ceiling. I am now an expert and have a watchful eye on them. For the last couple of years I was moth free and I am planning to stay that way.
A moth is not to be underestimated, they are number one on the list of most wanted.