The bedroom has a new look. It’s called, “Living With a Vacuum.” It’s not what you think.
The recent spate of miller moths has sent us to bed nightly with one or two guys fluttering around the lights. I did make the exaggerated comment that, “Nothing is worse than a moth flying at your head in the middle of the night.” Of course there are worse fates, but I really hate even that thought. Thus, the vacuum has resided nightly for about a month, occasionally catching one or two live ones, and obviously a useful tool in scooping up the fatalities. And the fun that ensues when we’re both on the hunt for one of those annoying, yet ecological important insects, is rather amusing.
We don’t live in a vacuum. We know how to have a good time.