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Obviously the first instinct was to email mom, because at 3,000 miles and 5 time zones away, she could TOTALLY do something about it.
Some of the recommended ways of dealing with moths are dry cleaning all your stuff (way too expensive), calling an exterminator (expensive - plus chemicals), or putting all your stuff in a freezer for a bit (not in a dorm!). On top of all of that, my best friend emailed me to let me know that it's bad luck to kill a moth in the house. However, upon
Googling further investigation, I discovered that
Death for the moth, maybe.
Step one was to rush to Amazon and purchase some cedar things to put on my hangars, cedar balls to put in my drawers and in the pockets of cardigans in the closet, and two different kinds of moth traps.
This one contains female moth pheromones that lure the male moths in, thinking they're going to get some moth-loving, only to catch them on a sticky strip of despair. Then things get a little freaky, as the the female pheromones get all over the stuck male moths, causing other male moths to think that the stuck male moths are females... well, you see where I'm going with this.
This trap... well, I'm not sure HOW it works, but it says "MOTH KILLER" in big letters on the front, so it probably works, right?
I went to bed feeling a little prepared and more than a little creeped out.
This morning, I woke up with a mission: to take the first steps to eradicating these pests on my own. I started by taking everything out of my closet. In batches of four or five, I
*took the item off its hanger,
*gave it a good shake out the window (One of the sites said to shake your clothes out in the sunlight, as the UV rays will cause the larvae to be uncomfortable and perhaps let go of your clothing. I was skeptical but desperate. It was cloudy out, but I work with what I'm given.),
*and hang it on my drying rack, which was placed by the window.
While the clothes were airing on the rack, I laid out my hangers on the bed. They're the super-narrow, kind of fuzzy ones, so I hoped that would help this step work better than it might on plastic hangers.
Now, if you are an insomniac, like I am, chances are someone has given you something lavender-scented at some point in time. It's supposed to help us sleep. It never does. HOWEVER, I have never been as grateful for my little spray bottle of Essence of Vali Soothing Mist as I was today. While the clothes were airing, I spritzed the hangers with the lavender spray, gave each item of clothing another good shake out the window, and put it back on the hanger and in the closet.
Tomorrow I will walk up to my college to pick some of the lavender that grows there, and make little sachets or something to put in my drawers and closet. Then I will wait with bated breath for my moth-killing apparati to arrive.
SO. Today I took the preliminary steps in de-mothing my wardrobe (details to come).
Then, work-wise, I:
Typed up my notes on "'The Closet Opened': A Reconstruction of 'Private' Space in the Writings of Margaret Cavendish," did a really rudimentary summary of that article, then did a summary of ""Making a Spectacle": Margaret Cavendish and The Staging of the Self."
They're not really summaries as much as they are a list of main ideas, a brief outline of the structure of the essay, a list of other authors they reference, their thesis, their conclusion, and who the author is. Oh, and which of Cavendish's works they reference so I can narrow down which ones seem the most important. That sounds like more work than it was. I'd wanted to get more done, but we all know how that goes.
Tomorrow my goal is to set my alarm and then actually get up and start doing shit when it goes off. Wish me luck.