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Or. The worst of them all. Yes, it's moths. Jesus wept. When we went away for a fortnight we came back to find our clothes half eaten, curtains half-eaten, carpets near the curtains thick of dust, and about 50 of the bas****s dead at the back of the cupboards and wardrobes. Don't know where the hell they came from.
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WOW. Just. WOW! I'm assuming they died from over-eating. They must have had another 500 accomplices minimum. Your neighbours didn't report a cohort of swollen moths staggering out of your place, by any chance?
FWIW, spiders will eat any other much-less desirables in your house. I'll nuke anything else form orbit, but I tend to leave spiders alone. Well for the three I see per annum, that is.