Were last night.

Critterboy called me into the bathroom to look at something. I *assumed* he was going to point out some ginormous hairy spider in the shower, ‘cos we all know showers occasionally breed giant hairy spiders, and he seems to find it endlessly amusing to point them out to me when he finds them in the house. But no.

I walk in there, all braced for spidery ickiness (I am the queen of spider sissies, just so y’all know), and I was faced with… MOTHS. HUNDREDS OF MOTHS. I’m still shaken by the horror of it all.

Seriously. Now, we have a funky vent in our shower. It’s an old house, and there’s a wall vent in the wall at the end of the shower that vents directly outside, with not much in the way of screen action to keep bugs and whatnot on the outside of the house, so we get the occasional moth or crane fly or what have you coming in through the vent. But this was different. These didn’t look like outside moths. These looked like wool moths. (or maybe book/cereal moths).

There was MUCH frantic action, including him turning the fan on to suck some of them outside, and then grabbing the vacuum and sucking up all the others, and me running for the wool. All the closets, the stash, everything. What did we find in the rest of the house? Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing in the sweaters, nothing in the stash, nothing in the bookshelves, nothing in the kitchen cabinets. Nothing. Nothing other than the stuff that was supposed to be there.

It was the most bizarre thing. Hundreds of moths in the shower. They weren’t there when I got home two hours earlier. And we haven’t seen one since he suckered them all up with the vacuum.
Welcome to the Twilight Zone…

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