The Readiness Is All

Part of me wishes I'd taken some pictures for this post. But that's the part of me that's trying to block the memory of what those pictures were. Ew. Ew. Ew.

So for the past couple of months, we've had some issues with moth flies/drain flies. They're pretty benign little creatures, so at first it didn't seem like a big deal. We got rid of one batch back at the beginning of the spring, and we didn't think too much of it when they came back. Or maybe it was just that we weren't home much for a little while, and we didn't realize how far things had gone.

And then they tried to take our home. And it was time to take it back.

See, here's the problem. They're been ALL OVER lately, which was a problem. But then they started mating in front of us. And then they started infiltrating our food. And friends, when they laid their little maggot friends in my pre-made chocolate pie crust, it was all over.

So tonight I threw away a bag of powdered sugar, two bags of nuts (pecans and almonds - both completely full of flies), and a bag of granulated sugar that was a little questionable, although I couldn't actually find maggots in it. A couple of weeks ago I also had to throw away a bag of rice after I cooked some rice and discovered little cooked maggot bodies after. I probably could have prevented some infestation if I'd investigated then, but really - would you want to? As far as I know, my cupboard is now clean, and my roommates will be doing similar sweeps soon, but the menace lives on.

So moth flies, this is a warning. 4th of July weekend while we're all out watching fireworks and eating barbecue chicken, you will be dying slow, painful deaths with bug bombs, Raid, fly paper, and whatever else we can find. I'm also going to buy some ammonia or bleach to put down every drain in the place even though I haven't seen you coming out of drains yet. You are dead. All of you. The second you turned my innocent pie crust into an maggot farm, as soon as you wriggled under that plastic, you signed your own death certificates. From here on out, no mercy.

Don't worry. I definitely have tickets to see The National when they come to Bloomington in the fall. Thank goodness they made it to the midwest before I leave it, because they certainly aren't making it to Utah in the near future. Please enjoy the following fantastic song from their new album. (Sorry to post two music videos in a row. It may defeat my secret wish to stop having mummies covering up my About Me.)

P.S. My favorite part of this video is how awkward Matt Berninger is in it. Do you think the awkwardness is what actually draws me to this band? I think it's entirely possible.

I might be a little bit obsessed with this music video and song - Josh Ritter's "The Curse." It's awesome. Sorry that it doesn't fit on the blog correctly. You can't go wrong with a love story between a mummy and an archeologist.

Also, playing with the new blogger design options. Sorry if it changes multiple times in the next few days.

So briefly, this is what's going on in my life right now (although probably most of you who read this know anyway). I'm dating someone. It's great. He just moved to Texas. Long distance relationshipping ensues.

I tell you this only because I wanted to right a post about coping methods/comfort habits. I've been noticing what I do to comfort myself while trying to adjust, and I've determined that I like it. So briefly, here are my comfort . . . things.


Food

Ice cream is obvious, but I definitely went out and bought myself some Spumoni. It seemed more special occasion than cookies and cream, and I got twice as much for the same price as a little thing of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Macadamia.

Peek-a-boo eggs. If you've never had these, you've missed out on one of the great joys of my life. You cut a hole in the middle of a piece of bread and stick it in a skillet, and then you crack an egg into that hole and cook it. Flip it over to cook the other side, and if you cook the whole thing in butter and add a little salt and pepper to the egg, it's much better. I always like to break the yolk too, but if you like runny yolk guts, by all means leave it. When you're done, you stick the little pieces of bread that you cut out of the middle on top of the eggs (hence the peek-a-boo aspect.) I don't know why these are better than egg sandwiches, but I love them and they're great comfort food.