The Great Moth Slayer

With our new house, our sassy little cat, Cider, has found a whole new occupation. Zesty and full of life, I now can say for certain that apartment living didn't suit her one bit, but our house does seem to present her with many opportunities to keep boredom at bay.

Here in the early summers of Colorado, Miller Moths come out in DROVES to eat things, beat themselves senselessly against lights, and swarm through your house leaving strange red droppings in their wake. In our apartment on the 3rd floor, they weren't an issue. Here around our house, they congregate in alarming numbers. At first my husband and I were concerned about them....we had about 5 good sized moths flying through the house, smacking against our head when they weren't flailing madly against the ceiling.

And then Cider saw them.

All of the sudden, gravity seemed to release it's hold on my small cat. She lept, she twisted, she was incredibly clumsy for the first few nights, and not altogether successful. But as the weeks have passed she has turned into a ruthless killer. No moths can dwell in our house for more than a few minutes before she spots them, and her focus is rather impressive. Lamps, couches, artwork and the occasional wall can't hinder Cider as she pursues her prey. She's become so effective that I'll take her out to the front porch light with me, and in less than a minute she'll have one firmly grasped in her paws after yet another astonishing leap.

So in the end, as of this writing the moth season hasn't been that bad for us; a great source of happiness for Cider, and fabulous entertainment for us. I think we'll all be sad when it's over.

Except for maybe, the moths themselves.