Miller Time


The threat of foreclosure made her head spin, but she could deal with it.  Finding a place to live and packing a house in 10 days was no sweat.  Choosing what parts of her life to abandon was painful, but doable.  Living in 240 square feet was tight, but didn't drive her to do anything rash.  What may push this blonde girl over the edge?  Miller Moths!!!!!!!!

These pesky little transients congregate by the 10s in the RV.  Hiding during the day, coming out at night, flapping at my ears and eyes.  It's difficult to read, something I do nightly before bed to relax.  It's difficult to watch TV or use the computer due to the shadowy flapping.  And then there's the moth poop.  Yup, moth poop - red splotches decorating many surfaces inside.  Once the migration is over, I'm going to wash the windshield curtains and anything else that comes loose.

The other morning I made my regular cup of tea, using an electric kettle to heat the water.  I poured the ounce extra into the sink of dishes and noticed a miller - dead by boiling.  I promptly poured out my tea, washed my cup and started again.  Dave said that maybe I'd missed ingesting the cure for everything - perhaps millers are good for what ails ya.  But, I couldn't do it.  

I don't have a bug phobia, I'm just tired of being dive bombed while reading.  The migration is late this year.  I hope they all make it to the mountains soon.  Then we have to deal with their return in the fall.  yippee.  The birds, however, love them.