Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you’ll look back and realize they were big things. (Kurt Vonnegut)

Yeah, well, I’d hate to see some of these little ants get to get to be big things. Know what I mean? Aints! Always hated ‘em, always will.

It’s that time of year again, time for all those little things to come out of their secret places and bug us out of our complacence.

Every three or four days, a solitary ant wanders up from behind the refrigerator and crosses the counter. Dang! Thing is, there’s no hole in the house in that direction—no door, no window, no present or past hole in the wall or slab floor. Where’s that little booger coming from? No enjoyment here. Aints.

At least (so far) we’ve managed to keep out the house flies. No doubt, that’ll change before long. The one or two that’ve threatened to come in, we’ve managed to coax off the screen door and back into the wild.

I think it was seven years ago, we had an infestation of small wool-eating moths. Maybe they came with an imported rug we bought, or maybe not—some of our friends reported they had them, too. We ended up with most of our moth-bait (woolen things) in plastic bags, with loads of moth balls. All, that is, except the items most severely damaged. Those, we tossed. Last year, we finally brought out the smelly stuff, aired it out, and agreed, What will be, will be.

Meanwhile, this year’s annual infestation of Miller Moths was especially heavy. Those are the inch-long boogers especially fond of light bulbs.

You’d think they’d head for that giant light bulb in the sky! Heck, it’s the biggest light bulb around, no barriers, no ceiling or lampshade to hit: go for it. But no-O-o. Inevitably, they swarm around street lights, and they manage to find any open door and just love bedside lamps. Dang!

That’s one thing our cat Hippy enjoys, though. The chase. Miller moth? It wiggles. Get it. Eat it. (Bleah…) Good kitty!

There’s spiders, too. Mi esposa detests spiders. Hippy enjoys Daddy Long Legs.

Ah, well, yearly entertainment from small meaningless lower life forms. A perfect world might be perfectly boring.

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