While searching for my darning needle…to finish up a knitting project (shut up- you can’t ever find one either) I opened up a knit bag I haven’t used in a while. (hoping a long lost needle may be hiding there. There was.)
Inside, I also found a tiny, tumorous mass of white stringy threads….it ripped as I opened the bag….tiny white eggs fell out. I had visions of marching off to buy a deep-freezer big enough to hold my whole yarn stash….(we’re way past the freezer above the fridge size) I envisioned hours of shaking and beating….freezing and tossing…. (The time honored method of moth-egg removal from yarn).
Then, I spied a nasty, huge SPIDER running over to bite me (and probably kill me or harm my knitting hand, I’m sure.) Instead of my typical “KILL IT NOW, don’t ask questions!” response to spiders… I was relieved. Thrilled, actually. That it was a spider, and not a moth.
Apparently knitting has cured my fear of spiders. However, I have developed a rampant, replacement fear of MOTHS!
PS- no worries- my Dyson made short order of the knitbag invader. Although I think I’ll have my teen son empty it’s dust bin!