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Sunday, 1 July 2018

Blooming moths...

and assorted flying insects.
I go out of my way to live in harmony with all of the creatures of the world.  The one exception to this rule is the moth.
One of the advantages to living in a modern house is the lack of interest shown by moths, well that is the theory?  In the nearly seven months we have lived here I have seen four.  Three of which were dispatched in my tried and tested method of squish!
The other evening I ambled into my work room which is topped up with all my old tutt and blow me down with a feather there on the wall was a fully grown moth.  I sidled up to it in age old tradition fully expecting my finger to work its magic when the thing had the audacity to flutter away from my executioners embrace.  Try as I might could I track its flight path? Oh dear me... No! I am now left very twitchy; my fear is, that it was just about to deposit the next generation.  My peace of
 mind has taken a knock.  I creep up, fling open the door, snap on the light and with lazer beam eyes look.
Not with any success, I’m afraid. At night I lay in bed and imagine I can hear the patter of tiny feet, the chomp of zillions of teeth on the ageing tartan rugs, rolled up kilims, and Witney blankets all lying unloved and forgotten in my workroom.  I wouldn’t mind but becoming increasingly deaf I wouldn’t hear them anyway!


And another thing... the hot weather has bought out lots of bugs.  Sitting looking out to sea like a latter day Sir Walter Raleigh isn’t much fun these days 
as you get bombarded with these little black beetly things.  Yesterday morning sitting having our breakfast I even watched one carrying a crumb along the edge of my plate.  And what ever you do 
don’t wear a yellow dress as I did the other night.  Walking along the prom to the pub, I was obviously fair game, some might say a very large mobile sunflower.  By the time we turned down a side road into town I could have been mistaken for a lumbering dalmatian  with a severe case of jaundice.
My life at the coast is one trial after another...
Aaaah!  I hear you cry!?!

9 comments:

  1. My heart bleeds .......poor you having to live on the coast!!!
    I get freaked out by daddy long legs, but oddly I can gently pick up a moth ( even a large one) and set it free outside. Those house spiders that clomp across the floor are another matter.....luckily not seen any since the attic was converted! I undoubtedly will now ..tempting fate is a bad habit of mine. I had one of those little beetles on my yellow T shirt yesterday ! Do enjoy your seaside today.....I shall be hiding from the heat as much as possible x

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  2. I love all moths with one exception, the clothes chomping variety! Spiders I adore. I used to keep bees so I am fine with them, wasps are okay, not a problem for me. I did on one occasion have a hornet hibernating in my trews... that’s another story...

    LX

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  3. You live and learn! I thought it was just bees and wasps that were attracted to the colour yellow. I remember years ago a colleague was taking driving lessons in a yellow car and she commented on all the bees and wasps that kept coming through the open window. Also, one sports day at Infant School my daughter wore a yellow t shirt and and at lunch time (she came home for lunch) I was asked by her teacher to change her t shirt as she kept being bothered by bees.

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    1. I am just sitting here thinking what bug-beware outfit should I don for today’s trip to the pub. Now where did I stash my mosquito net? I could always give K.P (Kensington Palace) a buzz and ask HRH the Duchess of Sussex if I could nick a bit off the end of her train?

      LX

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  4. Moths used to freak me out. If I heard one fluttering in the bedroom after dark, I'd put my head under the covers. Heaven forbid I be touched by its wings!

    I'm not sure when or how my queasiness disappeared, but now I'll cup my hand over a moth and release it outside. Fearlessly!

    Spiders, though, I catch with an upside-down drinking glass or jar. And put them outside. Wasps and bees that get inside: same thing.

    But for houseflies and mosquitoes and horseflies I have no compassion, and am immediately murderous. Out comes the flyswatter. I hate hitting them with my hand because their squashness gives me the heebie-jeebies.

    Kate

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    1. Ordinary moths... fine, not the clothes chomping sort. Spiders are good in my book. My lovely mum said if you want to live and thrive, let a spider run alive, Trouble was she died at the young age of 48!

      LX

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    2. Fingers crossed today? Unfortunately I will be out taking A. to yet another hospital appointment. Luckily himself will not be brave enough to open and have the maiden voyage on long the prom...

      LX

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  5. Have you got that scooter yet? We need a pic of you flying down the prom on it !!

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    1. Errr... due today and I’m out! Man at least won’t open the parcel and give it a go before I get home, at least that is what I’m guessing?

      LX

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