Waiting

The miller moths have finally come to Cheyenne. With all the rain I was worried they’d never get here.

And Obi loves them.

He’s waiting for them to gather around the porch light. In a while we’ll turn on the light in the entry way, turn off the porch light and open the door. We get one to five millers a night.

And then the chase is on.

Highlights of this week’s miller hunt include:

– Me holding a brown kitten over my head yelling “grab it! Grab it!”

– Me grabbing a kitten just as he leaps of the railing to try to catch the Miller on the wall. The far stairway wall. Where the stairs are waaay down. He did not approve.

– Me telling Obi I don’t want a miller in the bed.

– Me telling Obi I don’t want a miller in the bed.

– Me telling Obi I don’t want a miller in the bed.

– Me waking The Boy when I shriek about the miller flying into my nose in the middle of the night. Obi was on the headboard…putting a miller in my bed.

Ah, Miller Time. It’s the best time of the year.

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