A sign of the impending...
Apr. 14th, 2014 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardoI've always been astounded by friends of mine who are medical practitioners, who can look at a scan or an x-ray and spot a medical problem from the slightest, most subtle change in the picture. I'll look at the same picture and go "what the ???"
But now, my observational skills are starting to kick in. I was browsing through the pantry cupboard, choosing pasta for tonight, when I noticed something odd in the breadcrumbs container. We try and keep things like breadcrumbs in sealed containers to keep them away from moths.
Well.
There was a slight deviation from the line of breadcrumbs. At one point, with no other difference showing, there was a slight rise in the breadcrumb horizon. No more than one crumb high and six long, it could have been just a natural anomaly in the top surface. There were no suspicious cocoons along the top of the container, no webby dangles along the side.
But I was suspicious.
And I opened the container, and gently plucked at the spot.
And as a small, flat plaque of breadcrumbs came away, all clinging to each other with the finest of filaments, I used some very rude words and cursed the bloody moths once more. Bastards.
Hopefully this has been stopped early, and is not an early sign of an upcoming Mothageddon. I really don't want any more of them.
But now, my observational skills are starting to kick in. I was browsing through the pantry cupboard, choosing pasta for tonight, when I noticed something odd in the breadcrumbs container. We try and keep things like breadcrumbs in sealed containers to keep them away from moths.
Well.
There was a slight deviation from the line of breadcrumbs. At one point, with no other difference showing, there was a slight rise in the breadcrumb horizon. No more than one crumb high and six long, it could have been just a natural anomaly in the top surface. There were no suspicious cocoons along the top of the container, no webby dangles along the side.
But I was suspicious.
And I opened the container, and gently plucked at the spot.
And as a small, flat plaque of breadcrumbs came away, all clinging to each other with the finest of filaments, I used some very rude words and cursed the bloody moths once more. Bastards.
Hopefully this has been stopped early, and is not an early sign of an upcoming Mothageddon. I really don't want any more of them.
