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Down with ye moths!!!

Webbing clothes moths.

Just the name makes me do the icky moves [shivers]. It's a surprise that such a small insect can cause such an aggravating reaction.

And they do!

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tineola_bisselliella a link to an article on wikipedia about them for you to peruse at your lee-zure.

I have gone through my bedroom to clean things out because I [gag] was hit with about 5 or 6 of them creatures in my face when I went in there on a few days (too many if you ask me!).

The problem is that they like to nest under the base of the drywall. When I replaced my floor with linoleum, I never placed molding under the wall to make up for the gap.

Tada! Good nesting zones!

Blech.

Since I have puppies in there, I can't fill the gaps with caulk right now so I have been "temporarily" filling them with Elmer's school glue.

Yes.
I did just say that.

I've [luckily] had the good fortune where I can move most of my furniture and get to the cracks. The only places I really haven't touched is along 2 sides of my bed and behind my desk. The puppies box prevents it. But [gag] just the thought of them boogers around the bed while I'm sleeping is... eep!

They are harmless.
I know this.
And still I go... eep!

I've got my trusty Lavender Pine Sol (awesome smell!!) in an old Febreeze bottle and it sprays a nice mist when I spray it. [Evil laugh here] It works GREAT to hunt the insects! When they fly by me (sometimes hard to see their golden wings flying around) and I want to make it easy to kill them?

Ksh ksh ksh!!
My spray noise there.

I spray them, they drop, I smush!
I swear they are hard to kill! You smack them and unless you hit perfectly, they don't die! The adults don't feed. Their only job is to produce so the flyers you see are usually male. Which is why when you SMUSH, they end up just being dust pretty much. And worse is that the moment you turn on an overhead light, BAM they hide. Not like regular moths. Light=yay! Nope. These are light=hide! Grr...

I shall win this battle!!!

Til next time!!
Hugs and kisses :)

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