In the middle of our going out of town, having guests, doing softball, baseball, swimming and various other summer employments, we had an unwelcome visitor. It came from the unknown, and carried a sense of evil with it. How do I know this? Biblical truth. John 10:10 says, "the devil comes to kill, steal and destroy, but I have come that you may have life and have it to the full." Well, then, he's a messenger of Satan. This fellow destroys, as can be seen in another verse. Matthew 6:19 - 21
Do not lay up for yourselve treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and thieves break in and steal but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treaure is, there your heart will be also. Mt. 6:19-21
A good lesson hard learned.
I walked into my bedroom about the time when the kids were getting to bed, and noticed a little flutter above and beyond me. I zeroed in. A moth!
I quickly squished it and bustled through to get the item I came for.
About five minutes later I was getting in the kitchen and it struck me. Was this encounter an exception? A fly-by-night chance? Really, shouldn't I go back in and investigate? My eldest son was lounging on a chair in my bedroom when I re-entered, head held high. Oh, Lord! There was another one on the curtain! I curtly told my son to go to bed, squished offender #2, and headed downstairs to the hubby.
He was in the process of preparing to leave for a weeklong trip, and I'm so glad he was not already gone! I appealed to him, and he entered the now-quadroned off area armed with huge ziplocs. One by one, we emptied my works-in-progress basket, until we saw one more moth. I mourned over project after project, as Chris squished the bags that held them, sucked out air and sealed the bags. Is it a lucky thing I have processed no food this summer? All bags immediately went into our almost empty chest freezer. Thank you, Yarn Harlot, for having gathered jewels in the darkness for us knitters. You have gone through your own moth trials and I have learned from them!
I still haven't had the courage to face up to the project which probably started it all. I have narrowed it down to one sweater/hat combo, or an clothed antique doll. Chris thought if I went to the ziploc bag in question in the freezer, there might be a little Han Solo moth, wings frozen, moth open, uttering the silent, "NO!"
He can stay there awhile longer, if there's a snowball's chance he would ever unfreeze.