I believe I've found the source of our moth infestation.

Last year, The Husband gifted me with a bird feeder.  Soon, I was buying birdseed in 20-pound bags and storing it in a clear plastic tub on the back porch.  One day, when the sun was shining through the tub, I noticed that it was crawling with moths, even though we kept the lid on the tub all the time.  No biggie; the tub stayed outside, and the birds probably didn't mind moths in their food.

Except for having seen those moths in that sealed tub, I might never have figured out where the moths in the house were coming from.

Yesterday, I opened the doors of the cabinet where the microwave sits.  Several moths flew out.  Inside the cabinet, there was a ziploc bag with a handful of bird seed in it.  The bag had tiny holes in it.  

Can moths chew or drill holes in a plastic bag?

Evidently, they can/did.

I tossed the bag in the outdoor trash can and spent the evening chasing moths in the house.

Here's something kind of odd:

For several years, I've kept moth traps in all of the closets.  When I noticed moths flying around the house a couple of weeks ago, I bought six new traps to replace the ones in the closets.  The old traps hardly had any moths in them and were still very sticky, so when I replaced the old traps in the closets with new ones, I hung one of the old ones in the living room.  I also hung one of the new ones in the living room.  

The old trap in the living room has attracted a dozen or more moths since I moved it from the closet.  The new one is completely empty.  What's the deal?  

  

De-bugging - October 31, 2026

For the past couple of weeks, I have been chasing moths in my house - little white moths.  They are some fast, agile little suckers.  Clapping a flying one between your hands is nearly impossible.  I finally resorted to misting them with water or alcohol to slow them down enough to kill them.

Yesterday afternoon, I grabbed a bag of potato chips from a basket on the microwave, laid it on the porch worktable, and later discovered an ivory-colored worm with a dark head crawling on the bag.  By the time I made this discovery, I was on the back porch and considered that the worm might have gotten on the bag after I brought it to the porch.  Later in the evening, after I'd chased and killed three moths in the living room, I did some googling on how to get rid of moths in the house (yes, I'd already hung moth traps in every room in the house).  The article mentioned moth cocoons and eggs.  I had a look at cocoon images, one of which showed an ivory-colored worm with a dark head emerging from the cocoon.  

Oh, geez....  That worm on the potato chip bag had apparently come from INSIDE the house.

This morning, I decided to empty the baskets on the microwave.  They contained stuff like brown sugar, rice, cocoa, chocolate chips, potato chips - ALL OF WHICH WAS SEALED IN PLASTIC ZIP BAGS.  When I began lifting things out of the bags, a small swarm of moths took flight.  

I hurried to the porch with the baskets and threw away everything they contained.  My holiday baking supplies just took a huge hit.

And it's not just moths....

Last week, I noticed some tiny white specs on the kitchen floor, directly under the cabinet by the sink.  I'd noticed them before and had washed them up (they wouldn't sweep up) and had run the broom under the bottom edge of the cabinet, but they'd come back.  It occurred to me that the white specs might be spider shit.  I went ferocious with the broom, scrubbing it under the counter to kill any spider that might be lurking there, washed up the specs, and the next day they were back.

I got out a hand-held mirror and a flashlight and looked under the cabinet.  There was a 2" wide recess under the lip of the cabinet.  It was full of spider egg sacs.  

I nearly lost my mind. 

I got out the vacuum cleaner, but the hose would not fit into the crevice.  I got out the Swiffer, but it wouldn't do the job, either.  I got out a brush, and it took out some of the egg sacs.  A spider was among them.  I offed it and went back to work with the brush, but I could not remove all of the egg sacs.  

The Husband has been in the hospital and in rehab for the past week, and I have been staying with him and have been unable to get down to business with this spider eradication program.  I hate to spray pesticides, and I don't even know what will dissolve a spider egg sac or how I'm going to get it into that crevice, but when this rehab stay is over and I have the time and the presence of mind to do something about this, there'll be a thorough spider-killing around here.

Tacky Women - October 20, 2026

Yesterday, I did very few of the things I'd intended to do.  Didn't go vote.  Didn't drop off the check.  Didn't do anything in the craft room except make some scrap clay jewelry components, and they were nothing to write home about.  I did make the to-go breakfast pinwheels and a bodaciously good pot of soup and some fried jalapeno cornbread.  

I was already a little irked (with myself) when The Husband came home and showed me a video that someone had sent to him, a public video, made by someone we know.  It was . . . well, tacky.  Embarrassingly tacky.  Embarrassing for the person who made it more than for her victim.

A playwright once wrote, “Heav’n has no rage like love to hatred turn’d, nor hell a fury like a woman scorn’d.”

I just shook my head and said to The Husband, "Don't play that again."

Sometimes, you just gotta chalk things up to a lack of good sense and move on. 

Today, I intend to scratch at least two things off my to-do list.  

Wish me luck.

New Week - October 19, 2026

It's chilly on the back porch this morning.  I'm dressed for the day but wearing my thick winter housecoat over my clothes until the chill goes away.  This morning - "sometime between 8 and 12" - the A/C company is supposed to check and service our A/C units.  I'll snatch this housecoat off when the serviceman arrives.

I hope the serviceman comes pretty soon because I have some errands to run today.  Early voting started last week, and I mean to go cast my vote today.  While I'm out, I'll drop off a check to a local charity, the money coming from the balance left over in the class reunion checking account.  After that, a trip to the grocery store.  When I get home, I'll start a pot of soup for supper tonight using the left overs from last week's roast.  I also need to make some breakfast-to-go snacks for The Grandson.  He started a new job last week and has to be at work at 5 a.m., and there's probably nothing open at that hour for him to get any breakfast.

And I need to tackle the craft room.  Get back in the groove.

Maybe tomorrow.  ;)

BRRRRrrr! - October 16, 2026

Wow, it has turned off COLD today!  And windy!  I had to put on a sweatshirt this morning.  

Yesterday, The Grandson and I worked in our yard.  We mowed, cut down the phlox bed, did some weed-eating and leaf-blowing.  At the end of the day my out-of-shape butt was dragging.  I texted The Husband to bring home dinner from a fast-food restaurant.

This morning, I had breakfast with my sister and one of my aunts.  

The Grandson landed a new job (his old job as a carpenter's helper ended when the carpenter hurt his back and is unable to work at present).  The new job is at a scrapyard.  He has to be there at 4:30 a.m.!  And it is at least an hour away from home.  I am hoping that he can find something closer, as I fear that he will not realize any money after he fills his truck up with gas.

I have been pretty worthless this week as a crafter.

Monday, I bought some "scented stone" instructions to make - well, scented stones.  There were three recipes for the "stones" - one made with flour, one made with salt (and something else), and one made with plaster of paris.  I made the plaster one.  The "recipe" called for 1 cup of plaster of paris and 1/2 cup water.  I believe the recipe was wrong, for what it made was a thick paste, like putty - far too thick to pour.  I tried mashing it into a mold, but it just crumbled.  The next day, I saw another "scented stone" ad that seemed to be from a different vendor.  Sure enough, when I checked it out, it appeared that the instructions I bought were spoofs.  I emailed the people I bought my instructions from to see if the recipe was correct but never heard back from them.  

However, I had some "Magic Pour" left over from experiments from several months ago, and I thought I might try scenting it.  When I went back into the craft room, I remembered that I had a bag full of disks and pendants that I had made months ago.  I dragged them out and dropped some lavender oil on one of them and put several more in a ziploc bag with a cotton ball soaked in lavender oil.  The oil that I dropped straight onto a pendant did not readily soak into the material, but it eventually did, or else it evaporated.  (Do essential oils evaporate?)  I hung the pendant in my car the next day, and yesterday when I checked the car, I couldn't smell the lavender.  Later, I added one of the pendants from the ziploc bag, and this morning my car does smell faintly of lavender.  I wonder if I could add the oil to the "Magic Pour" along with the water as the batter is mixed.  Might try that.

Other than that feeble attempt at crafting, I didn't do anything.  

I need to get with it.

  

What a Week - October 13, 2026

Man . . . . 

Last week kicked my butt.  The discomfort was primarily due to the fact that I sit on it far too much and am totally out of shape.  But I digress.

Friday evening's 5 o'clock meet-and-greet at a local restaurant was fun.  Almost all of the out-of-towners showed up.  We had about 20 folks.  The next day, one of the group posted pictures from the event.  

It's one thing to see yourself in the mirror and acknowledge your gray hairs and wrinkles; it's quite another thing to see a whole room full of people your age and see a sea of gray hair and wrinkles.  When I saw the picture, I thought, "Damn, who are all those old people at our party?"  😆

Saturday morning The Husband and I met several of the Reunion Committee members at 10 a.m. at the venue to help set up and decorate for the reunion.  We unfolded and arranged tables and chairs, hung banners, spread tablecloths, fluffed centerpieces, blew up balloons - the works.  Many of my muscles were lately unfamiliar with the tasks.  ;)  It took us about two hours. 

The Husband and I, dressed in jeans and tie-dye t-shirts, went back to the venue to open the doors at 5.  People started rolling in about 5:30, sixty-something folks in all. A DJ played "our" music.  The food was scrumptious.  We had a photographer who could print out 5 x 7 photos on the spot.  

We had a blast.  

Many classmates stayed to help us clean up.  We got it done and were out of there by 10 p.m.

My feet ached all night.  I finally got up at 3 a.m. and took some Tylenol.

Sunday, we had a road trip to/from the middle of the state.  I was "stove up" (as my daddy would say) when we got to our destinations.  It was painful getting in/out of the truck.  

We were both pooped yesterday.  

I tried a new craft yesterday.

FAIL.

And, otherwise, sat on my butt most of the day.

Today, I'm trying to get with it.  Did some laundry.  Put a roast in the crock pot for dinner.  Washed the kitchen counters.  

I need to tackle the craft room. It is seriously discombobulated.  The room needs to be emptied, cleaned, and reassembled.  There's furniture that needs to be given away and replaced with sensible storage cabinets.  It's too crazy to think about today.

Maybe I'll just clean off the worktable.  

It's almost here - October 9, 2025

This has been an unusually busy week.  I have left the house almost every day!  😅

Monday, I went to work (a "special assignment") with The Old Boss, and then I went to the final class reunion committee meeting.  I can't remember what I did Tuesday.  Wednesday, I got a long-overdue haircut and then picked up the Little Rotten Baby from school.  Yesterday, I shopped for household necessities and filled up my car with gas.  This evening, I will join some of my classmates for a pre-reunion get-together at a local restaurant.  Tomorrow morning, we will be decorating the venue, and then the reunion will start at 6 p.m.  

Whew!

Yesterday, my class reunion outfit arrived.  Bell-bottom jeans (stretch denim, since gravity has taken its toll on my butt) and a tie-dye T-shirt with a peace sign on the front.  Hah!  I wish I had some "stacks" to complete the outfit, but my old feet would complain, plus I'd probably break my neck trying to walk in them. 

I will be glad when the event is over.  

The craft room has gone unattended this week.  I don't even feel guilty about being unproductive.  

Frankly, I am a little disheartened about the jewelry-making enterprise.  The poor showing at last month's vendor booth was disappointing.  Yes, I did sell a few things, and there were extenuating circumstances that caused a poor turn-out.  And, yes, I've already paid for a booth at a better-attended event in November, but if I were to sell every single thing I've made so far at the next event, it might pay for the booth rental but would nowhere NEAR recoup all the money I've spent on supplies.  

Oh, well . . ."it's kept me off the streets," as they say.