Return of the moth-beasts

When I moved out of the student residence I thought my days of battling with food moths were over. Apparantly I thought wrong.

A couple of weeks ago I saw an evil moth-beast flying around my flat. I had seen a moth flying out of my clothes cupboard a few weeks before that and taken the appropriate measures (hence my flat smelling of lavendar all the time now) and this one was kind of hovering between where the clothes live and where the food is kept (it’s a very small flat) so I couldn’t decide which kind of moth it was. But I chased it with a rolled up magazine anyway and managed to squish it to death somewhere in the living room. I was hoping it was just a stray but alas it was not to be. Since then I have seen three more moths and established that they are, in fact, food moths. Again. The third one was discovered today and killed by the boyfriend who squished it against the cupboard with his bare hand. I still feel faintly sick now and this happened half an hour ago. So now I want to throw out every item of food that a moth could possibly find in any way interesting. The boyfriend says I’m “exaggerating to my own disadvantage” (and is now mad at me becasue of it) but the alternative would be to actually look inside all the packages to see whether any moths have made their nests in there. No, no, no! I will not do it! The thought of a moth flying out at me from inside my cereal box is just too terrifying.

Unemployment, moths… could this week get any worse?

Lather. Rinse Repeat.

I feel like I should write some generic blog post for days like these. Then in future all I’d have to do is copy and paste the basic outline then fill in the specifics. It could look something like this: Went to bed. failed to sleep. Got up. Went to work. Tired all day. Came home. Ate random crap and failed to do what I was supposed to. Went to bed. Failed to sleep. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Ad infinitum.

So I almost missed my tram this morning. Ironically I was actually ready on time, but instead of putting my coat on and leaving I spent ages staring out of the windows trying to work out whether it was raining. Some days I think I should have been born blonde.

Also, when I opened my wardrobe this morning a moth flew out. Yes, I said moth. In my wardrobe. Aargh! Presumably this is my punishment for asking a while ago whether clothes moths had become extinct. The answer, it seems, is no. So after work I went and bought something that claims to protect against moths for half a year. It looks like a piece of green paper and it stinks of lavender. Not exactly my favourite scent, but if it’s that or a wardrobe full of moths I’ll take the lavender. Alternatively I could have bought some pheremone covered sticky paper which apparantly attracts the moths then traps them… then they die trying to get away. All well and good, but I don’t want a piece of paper covered in dead moths in my wardrobe any more than I want live ones flying around in there. So lavender it is. Yay. Now I’m going to have to take all the clothes out of my wardrobe and give them a shake to make sure nothing evil is hiding in there. If you never hear from me again I’ve probably been attacked by a moth-beast and died of a heart attack.

Oh yes, and I was supposed to go to the post office today to pick up a package that came on Thursday. I should have got it on Friday but I forgot to take ID to work with me. And today I completely forgot to get off my tram early, then by the time I remembered I didn’t feel like taking a tram back there. They couldn’t possibly have taken my mail to the post office that’s actually near me, could they? Yep, definitely should have been blonde today. At least then I would have an excuse…

One  more thing, then I shall leave you in peace. Chio hot cheese dip, while not particularly hot,  is totally addictive and should be kept far, far away from me. I’ve almost eaten a whole jar of it (on crisps, not with a teaspoon – although I could definitely do that) just while typing this.

Right, I shall leave you now. There’s real food to cook and evil beasts to chase away (plus an entire sink full of dishes that I failed miserably to wash at the weekend. Cos I’m good like that).