This morning as I was finishing my shower I noticed I was not alone. Something was flitting about here, there and everywhere. Once it stopped to take a rest I could see that it was the worst kind of intruder of all. Especially in a house full of luscious wooly goodness. It was a moth. I quickly picked up the can of shaving cream (my weapon of choice) and in one swift, deft move reminiscent of Bruce Lee.....I smashed him.
Moths are not welcome here. I must protect my stash no matter what. Even if it means resorting to murder.
If you happen to be a moth reading this post, you have been warned. Now... go tell your friends.