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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