Tomorrow the Moth Larvae All Die!!
I know, you're sick of hearing about these white woolen clothes moths and their creepy-ass babies! I am as well. I just want to go home and they not be there.
But alas, my Hive mate who knows of such things says it could take months more to truly be rid of them. Is this the universe's way of teaching me patience? Or simply the universe's way of teaching me a bit of natural history?
Apparently, I can blame the Romans in part for bringing the British Clothes Moth to destroy part of my wardrobe, my Scottish woolen magenta blanket, the cowslip yellow channel-upholstered velvet chair, and my new black quilt stitch "It" 42-inch suitcase with rose gold satin metal wheels and signature piping.
Wait. What? What do the Romans have to do with the destruction of my belongings?
Well, according to the English Heritage evidence of infestation of these wee beasties are found even today in archeological textiles brought to Europe in their clothing a good many centuries ago.
It's gross in a way you may not know. I certainly didn't. The damage results not from the yucky insects I have observed on my walls. Oh, no. The slow moving destruction comes by way of the larvae that hatch from the eggs, which is a gastronomic wonder of architecture, really.
The moths spin silk webbing into a tunnel across the attacked material.
Then, the larvΓ¦ β they eat! Chomp, chomp, chomp, they eat right through every fiber. And wool is their favourite!
So tomorrow, rest assured, I'll be insisting that the fussy, gooey, 16 square feet of woolen carpet in the service closet will be sprayed, sealed, and safely removed without further contamination.
So far, I've spared you the visuals of my domestic plight. Or, if I'm being honest, I think I'm sparring myself. I still get a gag reflex at the sight. π
Here is an honest note about my daily practice of powering up. To keep it real here, as I have committed to do, I'll tell of you a personal comment I received yesterday in a direct message.
This man from Hive told me that my powering up Hive invites people to dump on me.
I was so stunned that I didn't have words. But I do now:
LOL. That's nice. Have a good day!
So here I go again...
I REBELLIOUSLY POWER UP πͺπ½ my 5 HIVE for 5 February!!
#ππ½ #getatme