Um…shit’s goin down in the pantry

Periodically, we will have a visit from the tiny grain moth, club. They squat in the pantry in the old cereal bags from when Avery was 6 years old (he’s 25). I probably thought, “no wasting food, some day I will use it for breading.” (who am I kidding) Inevitably, they end up flying all over and procreating exponentially.

However, within 24 hours the cavalry arrives! They show up like tiny hunters gatherers and set up their webs. How do they know?! Do they send out little eight legged sentinels? “I sense that there will be a mass emergence of tiny grain moths within the next 24 hours, I must alert the cavalry!”

When I open the pantry door, there are webs in all corners. I try to refrain from turning on the light…because who wants to get on the spider’s bad side?

I don’t want to disturb them like I did that one time when they were like, “HEY NOW! You don’t want us to get angry do you? You wouldn’t like us when…” Wait, was that from something else? I might be getting stories mixed up. Even so, I say good morning, good afternoon and good evening…and I leave them be.

They are members of the household now. Who doesn’t want a band of tiny hunter gatherers living in their pantry?