It is that time of year again when those nasty little bugs come into the house and make all sorts of mischief... Saturday night while trying to get this body to sleep I was just almost in slumber land when a Miller Moth flew into my nostril and sent me in a panic. For a split second my body had no clue what was going on but instinct kicked in and this gal wrenched herself up off the bed and to my feet so quickly swatting at my face that I gave myself a hard slap trying to rid my body of the flying Mothra. In doing so, I hit myself so hard that my nose started bleeding - this gal packs quite a swat when startled. At the same time I jerked my neck in such away that even today I can hardly turn it. All that for a stupid Miller Moth.
As I sat on the side of my bed with head tilted back and a Kleenex shoved up my nostril I began to giggle... How silly - I smacked myself over Miller Moth but to my defense I was almost asleep and with all the horror movies I have watched over my long life - nothing good comes of something going up your nose... I still remember the bug that "Con" put in the ears of the Star Trek crew - the thought of that makes me want to go and get a Qtip...
Miller Moths are nothing but a pain in the rear - can't paint anything in the house until they are done pooping on my walls - Yuck. Have to cover ever piece of food or glass of cold drink unless you want to swallow one of them - trust me I have and it is not a "Good Thing" as Martha would say... I have tried the bowls of soapy water near a night light, chasing them with the shop vac hose trying to suck them up at all hours of the night - I have even added new bat boxes to assist in lowering the population of flying bugs - still they are one of those small treasuries we country folk get to live with. My son's who live in town report that the pigeons eat all of them so no worries for them... Still I would not trade the lack of Miller Moths for the noise, smell and close quarters of city life.
So I plan to look at them as a gift and try not to knock myself out next time one decides to become way too personal with me in the dead of night. Still those ear bug things give me the chills... I admit after seeing that movie I put cotton in my ears at night - I know completely not a rational thing to do but I did not loose any sleep thinking about something strange digging into my brain and controlling me. Where did I put my Cotton Balls???