|This is what I find when I opened my patio umbrella every morning. Um. Snuggle.|
Then one fell down into my hair.
They are EVERYWHERE.
Another one was apparently hitching a ride in my hair yesterday and waited until I opened to refrigerator, then freaked out into my neck, making me do my own crazy-get-it-off-of-me-now!-dance, and then landed in the cheese and meat drawer. It was late. I was tired. I left it there. There are bad things in that drawer right now. If I cleaned out one moth, it would surely lead to guilting me into cleaning my entire refrigerator and I'm not ready....
I found one in the coffee pot. Ikeeledit.
There was one helping me get ready this morning on my bathroom mirror. Too early for da keeling.
They are on every window in my house, every day. I keel dem.
I opened the door this morning to throw out a clump of red dog hair that I found on the rug and three of them fell off the door frame into my hair. Good thing I'm a morning person *snort* or something like this would put me into a foul mood.
They are dusty, erratic, annoying little creatures. I don't like them.
I actually don't know if these furry creatures are truly Miller Moths, but that is what Brock told me and I don't like to go Googling all of his information to confirm it. It is my special way of showing him my faith in his knowledge. Okay, I'm just lazy and I really don't care that much. I also believe everything I read in magazines....
I guess that as much as I love springtime, I don't particularly love all the critters that come with it.
However, I do love this:
|Hello Mr. Toad. |
I see you hiding in that tall crab grass!
Brock said that he would use the weed eater.... umhm.
|Fleeting and one of my favorites.|
|I love spotting barefoot babies in the grass....|