No, I’m not talking about the ‘champagne of bottled beer‘ or Beer Thirty…I’m talking about the invasion of Miller Moths otherwise known as army cutworms.
After a wet and cold May, these little flying
bastards moths have hit the Front Range like a stealthy Kamikaze air battalion. Usually they congregate by an entrance, ready to swoop in all Ninja-like but so far I hadn’t noticed them so much. They don’t bite, don’t carry disease or eat clothing but man…they are n.a.s.t.y. and g.r.o.s.s.
Sam can get twitter-patted about the strangest things. Like he’ll be casually walking across the living room as if he were going to get a drink of water or a few bites of kibbles and then suddenly coming across one of his elk antler pieces and then…BAM! First comes the crashing pounce and then a haphazard toss of an antler being flung across the room. Like most moms, I’ll confess to ignoring that kind of white noise the ‘fur-kid’ makes. I just presume he’s ‘being good’ (more like goofy) until a certain strange noise reaches that “danger center” deep in my brain and then I fly to the scene of the crime like Superman or when that dead quiet lack of sound suddenly triggers the mom radar. Since Sam frequently entertains himself with antler tossing and then pounces on them for a good old-fashioned “dog flossing” I really didn’t pay close attention to him until I saw something small and darkish flit past him and head straight over to a nearby lamp. Moths are naturally drawn to light and drapes I’m afraid, constantly leaving funky brown splotches of that dusty gunk that covers their bodies like flour covering a miller’s apron-hence the nickname. As soon as I looked up and investigated closer, it hit me, no, I mean it literally hit me, right square on my forehead.
Ok, picture this for your entertainment since I can’t seem to easily find an non-copyrighted image. My arms are flailing about like a mad person as if I just walked into a gigantic spider web, all the while trying like crazy to keep that nasty bastard from getting between my glasses and touching my skin. Now hear the dialogue of a drunken sailor being spewed by yours truly upon realizing I’m being bombarded by one of those notorious villains. I HATE those dang beasts and because I’m dealing with a rather dimwit of a dog, got worried that they might be toxic should he actually catch one and try to nosh on it (a photo of him tasting a bug could be priceless with his eyes all wide, the tongue extended and his lips smacking with a certain WTH was that foul, nasty tasting thing look on his face but I digress). Googling the topic, I was grateful to learn they are not, though I’m still going with the presumption they aren’t good for Señor Doofas and gave the “leave it” command.
If you read about my level of success with certain commands recently then you’ll appreciate the reaction I got from Sam. He just looked at me, gave me that double blink (proving he’s a complete idiot and doesn’t understand English at all) and then he strolled over toward his bed, circled around and then flopped down and gave out the biggest unhappy sigh I’ve heard in a long while. While I was sort of pleased at the success for him actually leaving it, I felt like I was some kind of ogre judging by that not-pleased look he gave me. Not the reaction I had hoped for but I’ll take it. Who am I kidding? I was crestfallen he was miffed and called Sam over for a friendly “let’s make up and be BFF’s again” ear scratch. Thankfully that dog cannot hold a grudge and happily pounced up on top of my lap for the promised affection. Well, at least he wasn’t pouting anymore. I just need to figure out how to turn on that button that distinguishes commands like ‘come here’ with ‘jump up and pounce on me.’ Sigh. Baby steps, grasshopper, baby steps. 🙂
Live, live, bark! <3
25 thoughts on “It’s Mil-ler Time!”
Monika, what a fabulous post..so action packed and hilarious!!
Your moth experience reminds me of a letter my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while they were courting somewhere around 1942. He was living out at Dalby, West of Brisbane and the Bogojng moths were in and quite a pest. I was struggling to read his handwriting and thought he was calling them “Neros”. I was a bit confused and passed the letter to my husband to explain…”Zeros”…the Japanese fighter planes. Yes, he was comparing the dive-bombing moths to Zeros, which made a lot more sense.
Thanks! Yeah those guys come at you like it’s WWII all over again. 🙂
Ha…a blast from the past! Your humble FACE blogger lived outside of Denver with 2 cats for 8 years. Cats + moths = fun!
LOL, yes, I can just picture the entertainment, especially when they catch a particularly nasty tasting moth. That head shake…priceless.
Not to mention the falling lamps :o)
Those look like the moths we have here I wonder if they are the same one. They come in and bomb me when I let the dogs out at night. I don’t much care for them either.
Yuck! Our Golden Retriever used to love to eat locust. I am a complete failure at the “leave it” command. I’m not a fan of bugs at all. I saw a spider on my kitchen floor last night so I stomped it. A gazillion babies ran everywhere! EEEKKKKK!!!
Wish we had video 🙂
We can loan you some tarantulas (they’re good guys-we love ’em).
I’d happily take ’em over those cotton-pickin Kamikaze miller moths!
They’d probably eat the millers and wash it down with Miller’s.
Maybe that’s what I should do–kill a miller, drink a Miller. I like it (except I’d drink a better beer) 😉
I’m in stitches at your description. Poodles are the only breed I’ve had that actually pout, but fortunately they have dog memory and quickly sell out for an ear skirtch or a treat. Millers are one pest I’ve never seen around here and I thought we had them all.
Sam has the attention span of a gnat so he quickly ‘recovers’ and loves me. 😉
Having grown up with poodles, I can well imagine Sam’s “oh Mom you spoiled my fun, I’m mad at you” look!! Our poodles used to use that same look on my Mom. Only thing is, she didn’t fall for it. She let them sulk about it. She knew they’d get over it. 🙂
Ugghhh…hope you are rid of them now
Alas, they’ll stick around for about the next 5-6 weeks. 🙁
that’s funny, the pounce. Cole went to the vet yesterday, got all kind of beat up and stuck there, traumatized etc then last night when I thought he’d be all hang dog laying around he played pounce on the toys. Resillience!
Moths, phoey! ick! My lab’s allergy test came back with moths, sorrel and dust as her trouble.
Maybe it was moth…dust!
Moth dust is the WORST disgusting stuff for man and beast. 😉
they have the correct name… bastard bugs… that fits. I just imagined the creepy creature on my forehead… think I would turn into a banshee :o) I’m always afraid Easy could get hurt when he hunts that flying pest…. why we have such weird thingies… and why we have so much of that weird thingies? We should have more flowers and lady bugs :o(
Yes, definitely bring on the lady bugs!
Ew, ew, ew. Those moths are truly horrid. Totally with you on that. Good to hear they’re not toxic. In Japan I have to keep the dogs away from caterpillars, equally disgusting with scary poisonous needles. GROSS.
What is it about canine curiosity and putting bad things in their mouths?