There’s seven of them hanging on my living room curtains. Thirteen dead ones are lying on the floor. (yes, i know someone should sweep around here). Three flew out of the barbecue grill when I lifted the lid tonight. I watched one actually crawl into an electrical outlet. They’re in my car, my laundry piles, and occasionally my hair.
Here’s a picture of my front door. It doesn’t do it justice.
Is it a plague?
What has caused this influx of moths?
Or do you call them millers?
I remember several years back they were in excess numbers, much like this year. On the ceilings, the walls, swarming around the lights. Everywhere. My mother called the city.
“I want to know what you plan on doing about the millers in this town,” she complained.
The city officials wanted to know who the Millers were and what exactly they were doing wrong. They thought she was referring to a family by the name of Miller.
Needless to say, I don’t think any action was taken.