![]() ![]() "What should I do?"įor more Lost in Suburbia, follow Tracy Beckerman on Facebook at facebook. "They ate holes through all my wool sweaters!" I groaned. "Didn't you have cedar chips?" he wondered. "No, I mean if a colony of moths breeds in my closet and devours my wardrobe." "You mean like if a giant moth lands on our house and crushes it?" he asked. "Do we have moth insurance?" I asked my husband. ![]() Giving them money is absolutely not an option under any circumstances, and even promoting the game with 'it's okay' feels like a slap in the face of those. However, with the questionable nature of the first game, I don't trust this one nearly as much. Glaring at the wooly remains of my formerly adorable sweaters, I picked up the phone. Suburbia 2, with all pros and cons, is probably on the exact same level as the original game. Of course, then I wouldn't have any need for my sweaters anymore because the mothball police would have taken one sniff of me and shipped me down to a retirement community in Florida. Had I followed my dearly departed grandmother's advice, I would have scattered mothballs in every crevice of my closet and no moth would have come within ten miles of my sweaters. I had no idea how such a thing could have happened until it occurred to me that the cedar chips I had put in my closet ten years ago might have actually lost their moth-repelling capabilities over time. I was just about to call the CDC when I noticed a flutter come from within the belly of my closet.Īs the moth flew out of the closet, the reality of what had actually transpired dawned on me. Sweater after sweater exhibited the same symptoms and I realized with horror that the sweater epidemic had swept through my entire closet. This sweater seemed to have caught the same illness as the one before it. Tossing it on the floor, I reached for the next sweater and tried it on. The sweater was no longer a sweater.īeing somewhat skilled in denying the awful truth when it is staring me in the face, I decided the sweater must have suffered some kind of aged sweater illness that caused it to disintegrate in spots over the winter. With an increasing sense of dread, I realized the white spots were actually my white t-shirt showing through thumbnail-sized holes in the sweater. ![]() I was about to pull it off and toss it into the keep pile when I noticed a number of white spots on it. Pulling out the piles, I tried on the first sweater. Still, I was not ready to part with most of my unworn clothes, so I pulled them out of the closet to assess what should get another chance at life next winter and what should get donated. I stared at the piles of sweaters that had lay untouched over the winter and realized that I had pretty much worn the same four heavy sweaters all winter. This happens every year around this time when the spring cleaning bug attacks me. I went into my closet and had an overwhelming urge to purge my wardrobe. It was a balmy March day the kind that gives you a glimmer of hope that the frozen tundra that had become your backyard might actually thaw and spring could arrive. ![]()
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