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#1 2006-07-19 05:14:59
- Miles Away
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Moths.
Am I alone in this?
Few things make me quite as happy as killing a moth.
The bigger, the better, the more perfect the specimen, the greater the pleasure.
I just got a big brown one who looked as though he had already eaten two Duffel Coats already today.
'Buffalo' (?) Moths are the big problem in the U.S., I believe. Don't think we have them over here, just the ordinary little bastards.
Anybody else enjoy more pleasure than is normal from killing these pests?
(I wonder if this was how Pol Pot started?)
How do you kill yours?
" ... Ubi bene, ibi patria, which being roughly translated means, 'Wherever there's a handout, that's for me, man.' "
Alistair Cooke. 1968.
#2 2006-07-19 07:29:22
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Re: Moths.
Never, ever knew that.
I thought they just loved wool.
Thanks.
" ... Ubi bene, ibi patria, which being roughly translated means, 'Wherever there's a handout, that's for me, man.' "
Alistair Cooke. 1968.
#3 2006-07-19 09:05:07
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Re: Moths.
First thought---Inspector Clouseau played by Peter Sellers and his exchange about "muutths"
Second thought---think Mr. Grayson just told us all we need to know, nontheless, I share your joy in eliminating the adults, Miles, if they've gotten indoors.