Saturday, October 6th, 2007...6:36 pm
Bogongicide
So i had what i’m calling a mild psychotic episode a few nights ago.
As the locals will know there has been a bit of a bogong moth infestation around here of late. I’ve not had it anywhere near as bad as some people i know but there was one experience that i feel deserves recording.
Stepping back into my house i noticed one or two moths floating about. Nothing too worrying, just break out the thongs and we’re done. Upon closer inspection it was revealed that there were actually about a dozen or so in the house.
Now i dont like bugs. This isn’t a secret. I think it is safe to say that i actually teeter upon the edge of full blown phobia. So it was with a rising panic that i began to attack the many moths that chose to visit my house.
It began with a rolled up newspaper. A good practical weapon. Sadly, my aversion to these creatures usually meant that my aim was off and a moth that’s had a roll of newspaper hurled at it is not a happy moth.
Picture this. A 26 year old man screaming like a little girl and flailing his arms about as coin sized bugs zoom around his head. Not the best of images.
It was time to bring out the artillery.
Now, newspaper in one hand, insect spray in the other, i stalked my prey. I adopted a room by room strategy hoping that by isolating them i could pick them off a few at a time. While this did prove successful it also meant that i had to share rooms with many an injured moth as it spun about the room looking for a suitable place to die. So bad was one room that i simply went crazy with the spray before escaping the room and leaving the flying creatures to a slow, grisly death.
So, after about 20 minutes, quite a bit of sweat, and possibly a small portion of my pride, i managed to rid my house of bogongs moths. The job finally done, i collapsed on the lounge, spent.
7 Comments
October 7th, 2007 at 8:21 am
Wow.
I knew you didn’t like bugs but, wow.
Good looking site. Congrats
October 7th, 2007 at 8:31 am
It’s only when they come at me en masse that i freak.
October 7th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Death to bugs! Let them breed and, well, we all seen starship troopers.
Wanna live forever?!
October 7th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
I tried to leave my house, but there were massive numbers of them waiting outside my door. I watched from behind the glass, as like a brown flapping waterfall they trickled down the door. It was magical.
October 7th, 2007 at 5:27 pm
Aww.. I know what you mean. Moths are yuck.
October 8th, 2007 at 8:05 am
Good quote. I’m reminded of another, which seems to fit the plague of moths:-
“You can’t outrun them. You can’t destroy them. If you damage them, the essence of what they are remains—they regenerate and keep coming . . . eventually you will weaken—your reserves will be gone . . . they are relentless.” - Q Who
October 10th, 2007 at 12:17 am
When I was a kid, my brother and I used to stand in the front yard with metal pots and pans out at arms length when the bogon moths came through. Lots of clanging and banging all over the shop and two pint sized monsters with their attitudes for destruction completely sated.
Ahh childhood
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