We are yet again suffering from a pantry moth infestation. OK, it’s the same infestation, just the second generation of the original infestation hatching. It’s going to drive me out of my mind. It’s never ending.

The cats and I are chasing what moths we see and slaying them mercilessly. I’ve emptied the pantry (again), and tomorrow I will vacuum and scrub it. Everything but the canned goods goes into the fridge or freezer. I may make a special trip to Home Depot to find something that specifically kills pantry moths. Yes, I am ready to use a long-lasting, totally icky poison in my house. Have to. Each of these things can lay up to 300 eggs, so miss one, and there’s a new generation right there. I’m sure the cats and I have missed a few, and there are undoubtedly eggs hidden in all manner of dark and cozy places other than the pantry.

Well, the kitchen needed a good cleaning anyway, but I hadn’t planned to do it this week. What I had planned to do tomorrow is rest up, make myself pretty, and decide what to wear to a party I am going to on Saturday. But noooooo … I have to kill moths instead.

I hate freaking moths.