This time of year, I try to usher in as much cool air as I can in the early morning. As soon as I wake, I crank open windows throughout the house and allow air to flow in through the screen door at my back door.
I
also let out the cat at the screen door.
And
I let him in again.
And
out.
And
in.
And
out.
Same
ritual every day.
For
the last couple days, a new twist has developed in the predawn hours. Along with my cat sitting at the screen—meowing
to be let in—I find a horde of moths attracted by the delicious artificial light
inside my house.
Now,
when I slide open the screen door, my 20 pounds of house cat will sit there
just long enough to allow a moth or three to flap inside before he saunters in.
As
long as the moths stay out of my Scotch, I guess we are fine.
—Mitchell Hegman
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