This week I found my life imitating Stephanie/Harlot's Art.
More specifically a chapter in her book, Yarn Harlot: A Secret Life of A Knitter.
I'm sure many of us feel like this at some point. That's why her books are fun to read.
However, this was not one of those "isn't life funny?" moments.
My life was imitating a chapter called "Moth".
I'll give you a moment to catch your breath.
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A few days ago I saw one flit by and noticed it and then immediately denial set in and I went about my business.
Yesterday Craig noticed a flutter and said, "Hey. A moth".
I froze, and then immediately dismissed it (with no evidence) as a cereal moth.
But since the moth was corroborated, I was kinda stuck. What if it wasn't a cereal moth?
I got out Steph's book and had a read. There was my denial in black and white. Cereal moths in a room with no cereal?
I keep a bit of stash on display in a basket and I checked there first.

That's after I killed the demon spawn.
The only thing affected seems to be a few partial balls of calmer, which went into the trash. There were other moths in the basket, which I cleaned, and then the whole lot went in the freezer. I'll pull it out in few days and continue with the exorcism.
I also checked the rest of the stash (moth free!) and took the opportunity to bag it all so those evil creatures don't get at it. It also gave me the impetus to start cataloging the stash for Ravelry and maybe decide if I'm really going to use some of this yarn or if it should find a new home.
Phew, I feel like a dodged a bullet this time.
Is there a yarn goddess to pray to in order to prevent further satanic plagues?