Well that’s just mothtacular.
We’ve spotted moths around the flat for a while now. Not a lot of them, but once in a while. I presumed they were coming in from outside, either through the gaps in the balcony glass, or from when we leave the cat room window open for airing. Husband was convinced we had an actual moth problem. Guess who was right? Yeah…
Lola had a vet appointment today, and as I was getting ready to go to work husband went to sort out her carrier. Which is when he found the moth problem. The blanket in the bottom of her carrier was being eaten by moth larvae, and the carrier had lots of little dots of either moth eggs or poo or both. The blanket in Elvis’s carrier was the same. As were the old towels on Sampson’s.
Jolly good then…
So those have all been binned with extreme prejudice. Even the one that was an old baby blanket of husband’s. He’s cleaning out the carriers, and Lola will have to put up with only having a pee pad to be on.
Of course husband is now worrying what else the moths could have got into. Which is a valid concern, because that’s the room with the wardrobes. It’s the room all our clothes are in. And the trunk with our bedding.
And it’s not like we have all the time in the world to go and sort through everything, because we leave the country in a few days and have a lot to do in the meantime.
What’s the best way to deal with a moth outbreak? Other than a flamethrower…