Ok here's my story of moths. My mum has this rule. Do not leave clothes on the line overnight. No exceptions. Why, because black clothes attract moths. When I moved out of home, l left my clothes out thinking my mum was just paranoid. The very first item I pick off, a dirty big fucking moth flew right into my face. Never again.
I remember when bogong moths were around in huge numbers and would swarm street lights every year.
There used to be lots of cool modernist architecture in the city.
There was very little litter in the streets.
There was a thriving garment district in Little Flinders street.
Trams were red and people used to ride on the foot boards.
Christmas beetles were legion. And peed on you constantly.
Ok here's my story of moths. My mum has this rule. Do not leave clothes on the line overnight. No exceptions. Why, because black clothes attract moths. When I moved out of home, l left my clothes out thinking my mum was just paranoid. The very first item I pick off, a dirty big fucking moth flew right into my face. Never again.