Recently, we took our winter sweaters out of their vacuum sealed super special containers and began neatly folding them the be display proudly on the shelves in our bedroom that we’ve anointed worthy of the presence of such things as lambswool and cashmere. It was a joyous occasion for me as winter fashions are my all time favorite fashions. Which is why, I was, nearly in tears, as I lifted my softest most luxuriant cardigan from is summer slumber and watched as a family of teeny tiny moths flew from what was left of the aqua fibers.
The Moths are Attacking
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