Miller moths can get like a gorram blizzard around here, but it's not until after the cutworms hatch out on the farmlands on the plains. For some reason they migrate to the mountains to feed.
Will drive cats nuts trying to catch them. Lamps crash to the floor as the cats frenzy around batting and snapping at them, stuff gets knocked off the mantle, books out of the bookshelf, all kinds of mayhem.
They park themselves in little nooks and crannies and I'll never forget one AM I opened the mailbox by the front door and a million, maybe a jillion, burst out of it and startled... no, scared... the crap out of me. Was like an explosion, almost. The mail was covered with their brownish spoor.
Hate 'em. Miller moths, that is. Not cats, though I don't have any cats nowadays.
Come to think of it, just to be accurate, it was more like a gazillion of 'em.
Terry, 230RN
REF:
http://www.ext.colostate.edu/pubs/insect/05597.html
