Moths

So there's a moth problem at my house. And everybody hates moths. They're mega creepy and blend in with everything so that they can sneak up on you in the middle of the night and destroy any sense of security you might have in your home.

They also enjoy eating your clothing. And I being someone who hates shopping, especially do not enjoy some less-developed organism feasting away at my limited wardrobe. Soon I'd be forced to only wear undershirts which make my nipples look pointy, according to one outspoken member of my Chemistry class, because everything else would have been eaten.

Luckily, my mom found the source of the moths; however, I now need to get a new mattress, as a moth-lab had been set up there. Now that I think about, some of my bed sheets mysteriously began getting holes in them last winter. That means that I have been sleeping on a breeding ground for satan's spawn (aka moths) for over a year. While I've been sleeping there, who knows how many larva have crawled over my body??

So I've been spending the majority of the day shaking what I believe is dried-up moth fecal matter off the stuffed animals I store(d) under my bed. I didn't know I still had so many stuffed animals. My mom thought that this would be a good time to narrow down my collection, but all this process has done is produce immense feelings of nostalgia. I am blessed with both a very accurate selective memory and the ability to form an emotional bond with anything. Together, these have allowed me to throw out maybe a total of 10 stuffed animals in my entire life. I remember everything about every individual item I have: who gave it to me, where it was bought, how old I was when I got it, etc. I once cried when I lost a special pencil in 5th grade because I had won it at an arcade in Ireland with my cousins the year prior. It's probably good that I lost is because it was neon pink and I most likely would've gotten beaten up otherwise.

I am only half way done with the stuffed animals, and I still need to wash all of the clothes in my room in close proximity to my bed. And since I am incredibly lazy and just leave clothes in baskets on my floor rather than putting them away, that means washing almost everything.

At least I'm getting a new bed.