Still gagging about that. Ulgh.
These are what the little buggers looked like. They're called pantry moths/flour moths/meal moths, and are about 1/2" long. They were everywhere. For probably two weeks afterwards, I would go on a rampage whenever I saw one, and go hunting and kill at least a half dozen (daily, if not multiple times each day) - opening cupboards, looking at the underside of the cabinets, and pulling chairs into the kitchen to swat them off the ceilings. I still am opening the cupboard at least once a day and looking for them. The boys got used to seeing me go from walking calmly through the house to going all ninja on one flying through the air - they don't even ask what I'm doing. But I am determined to rid our house of these things! I cannot describe to you how absolutely disgusting cleaning all that out was - and I made Paul do it, so I wasn't even the one handling the stuff! One live moth means the possibility of baby moths.
Just in the last few days, I've finally stopped seeing them. Every once in a while, I'll see a small moth in the living room, but I think they're something different. (I kill them anyways. "If it flies, it dies.")
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