woman vs. moths
I am not much for hunting. I don't have the stomach to take the life of a cow, pig, fish or turkey even though I've eaten them all. Knowing it was me who ended their life would be too uncomfortable. This reluctance fades, however, if a moth flaps haphazardly into the scene. I'm not sure what is about those dust-colored creatures but they bring out the hunter in me.
As soon as I see one flying dizzlying around the room, the game is on. I can't rest until it becomes crumpled, immobilized.
I've beaten on blinds, moved furniture around to locate them. I've switched the lights on and off to lure them out of their hiding spots. My weapons of choice have ranged from a rolled up magazine to a wadded up Kleenex.
My deadly game with the insects has cooled the past couple of years but it has heated rapidly up the last two days. The weather conditions must have be just right for moths because they have been constantly pinging against my windows. This is nothing like my parents' house where there is a furious, flapping cloud of moths. My mother told me she vacumned over 40 dead ones in just one day. So far I have had only four in my house and I have deleted them all.
This evening, it was as though a cat-and-mouse game was being played in my living room. I was making tomorrow's lunch and while opening the fridge door, I thought I saw blur of brown from the corner of my eye. Turning around, there were two of those pesky beings flittering through the air. The game was on. I slapped walls to get them to jump out of corners and crannies that I could not access to wallop them with a paper towel. If that didn't work then I would stand on a stool and throw a balled-up paper towel at the moths to get them to flutter within my reach. Oh, those little beasts thought they were so clever to pause at the tippity-top of the living room's ceilings, but I would not be out-manuevered. I got the Swiffer broom that the former owner of my condo had left behind and standing on the stool, I delievered the fatal blows. Who knows what the neighbors thought if they happened to look out the window and seen me standing on a stool, waving a broom around like police baton.
It doesn't matter that I looked ridiculous or that there was no trophy or meat to show off my hunting abilities - at least I had shown those two moths just who was the boss.
As soon as I see one flying dizzlying around the room, the game is on. I can't rest until it becomes crumpled, immobilized.
I've beaten on blinds, moved furniture around to locate them. I've switched the lights on and off to lure them out of their hiding spots. My weapons of choice have ranged from a rolled up magazine to a wadded up Kleenex.
My deadly game with the insects has cooled the past couple of years but it has heated rapidly up the last two days. The weather conditions must have be just right for moths because they have been constantly pinging against my windows. This is nothing like my parents' house where there is a furious, flapping cloud of moths. My mother told me she vacumned over 40 dead ones in just one day. So far I have had only four in my house and I have deleted them all.
This evening, it was as though a cat-and-mouse game was being played in my living room. I was making tomorrow's lunch and while opening the fridge door, I thought I saw blur of brown from the corner of my eye. Turning around, there were two of those pesky beings flittering through the air. The game was on. I slapped walls to get them to jump out of corners and crannies that I could not access to wallop them with a paper towel. If that didn't work then I would stand on a stool and throw a balled-up paper towel at the moths to get them to flutter within my reach. Oh, those little beasts thought they were so clever to pause at the tippity-top of the living room's ceilings, but I would not be out-manuevered. I got the Swiffer broom that the former owner of my condo had left behind and standing on the stool, I delievered the fatal blows. Who knows what the neighbors thought if they happened to look out the window and seen me standing on a stool, waving a broom around like police baton.
It doesn't matter that I looked ridiculous or that there was no trophy or meat to show off my hunting abilities - at least I had shown those two moths just who was the boss.
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