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Attack of the moths

By Sam Leith   September 2012

© Jeffrey Coolidge

“Another one! Get it! Quick! Get it!” For us, the sound of summer is not the merry tinkle of the ice-cream van, nor the sizzle of sausage on barbecue: it is the sound of the mother of my children going bananas about the moths. Every summer, these little tan creatures—so delicate they turn to a smudge of dust under the thumb—take complete control of our lives.

The victims of burglaries are always said to feel violated. Being invaded by moths is like being burgled from inside your home—burgled…

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