Our cabin had moths.  Nothing too serious.  They hung out on the porch mostly, beat themselves against a bare bulb in the kitchen every now and then.  Once, one landed in a bowl of hot cereal and my partner dropped her spoon, held out the bowl, and said, see, now this is what I’m talking about.  A blatant disregard for the choices I’ve made.  



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