Invasion Of The Mops

It's mop (moth) season and after a week of those flying little pests I am ready for a winter freeze to kill them all. I am not sure how or where they are filtering into the house each night. What I do know is every morning I wake up and there are millions inside. Yes, literally 6459060032 every morning in our house.

They hide everywhere.

I brush my teeth and grab the towel to wipe off my mouth - MOP!!

Bring back the shower curtain to start a bath for the kids - MOP!!

Go outside to start the grill and open the lid - MOP!!

Folding laundry - MOP!!

Make the bed (mid morning) - MOP!!

Open the basement door to go out and feed horses - MOPS!!

The worst part about mops... my kids are obsessed with them. 5:00 am and my Brown Eyed Girl comes rushing into my room exclaiming, "Mommy! Mommy! MOP!! Can you lift me up all the way to the ceiling so I can catch this tricky mop?" The answer is no dear because Mommy is sleeping, Mommy does not like mops and Mommy is not strong enough to ever lift you up to the top of the vaulted ceilings.  

Other mornings I am laying in bed and I hear a wack-wack-smack sound coming from the bathroom. Toothbrush holders falling over and brushes hitting the floor. What on earth... Oh just my Brown Eyed Girl wildly swinging a fly swatter in the bathroom chasing a mop.

I hate them - the kids love them.

God help the poor mop that get's caught by my Brown Eyed Girl. The lucky ones get let outside right away to fly another day. Some get clutched in those little fists for far too long and well...

Don't always live to fly another day.

But the really lucky ones get stuck into the bug box.

To be studied and played with and kept captive until an adult figure remembers to free them outside before it's too late.

Our Brown Eyed Girls best mops are the ones that don't fly away but allow her to play with them as they crawl about her hands and fingers. 

We LOVE mops...