Dear Wyoming...

Dear Wyoming...
We need to talk.

I have only been here for three days and you have sent me a plague of black biting flies- enough to make me think there was a filming of the Exorcist in the area. (Covering my screen door!)  A vicious storm that almost knocked me off my blocks, extreme temperatures of 100 during the day and sixties at night, dust that covers everything... but last night...

...last night, you out did yourself.  

I am not afraid of bugs... it is what it is, we share space and all I ask that they don't crawl on me and we can all get along. (with the exception of ants, roaches & mosquitos... anything in thier family lineage should be exterminated... )
Oakley, my cat, however doesn't abide by this rule and therefore feels it's her duty to rid the house of extra, uninvited guests... I'm on board with that. 
So our first couple days here, we've had a moth or two bouncing of the walls and ceiling and I let the cat do her thing.  Last night, we had three, so I stepped in with the fly swatter to escort them outside.

THEN- we get hit with a storm, so I have to shut up the house... and out of nowhere... four moths show up.  So I'm after them with the fly swatter. They come to a swift and timely end... but then two more show up... then two more... then three more...  I have no idea where they are coming from. 
My little Wildwood Conestoga (my camper) is rocking back and forth because of the storm going on outside and I'm getting attacked by flying creatures in my home!  All the windows are shut.  Door is shut and yet they keep coming!

Finally!  I think I got them all... by this time, it was at least 15.  So I decide to get ready for bed and am fluffing the pillows and arranging the blankets and what not (because who knows how cold it's going to get!). And suddenly 10 or so more moths fly out from my blankets!!
They are bonking off the walls and lights and my head... the cat is going berserk, she's chirping and growling (so cute if I wasn't swinging the swatter for my life!!!)... they are literally everywhere!   The count is at least up to 30! 
I go back in to refluff the pillows and even more fly out!!  Where are they coming from?????  Swinging and smashing!  Swinging and smashing!! It's ridiculous!! 
I refluff... nothing.

I turn out the main light, because its like...midnight now... and turn on my reading light to wind down.
Settling in I feel something crawling in my hair. 

RULE NUMBER ONE!!! DON'T CRAWL ON ME!!

I'm up, out of my bed swinging again as two more appeared... and died.
This process happens- I'm not even exaggerating- THREE more times.  I think I've killed off the entire population of Wyoming moths and then more show up.
I am baffled.  I still have no idea where they came from or how long they'd been there.... or if more are hiding... 
I finally had to turn off all the lights except a nightlight that I put at the other end of the camper, faaaar away from me...  I covered my head and finally went to bed.  For the rest of the night, I could hear my cat chirping and trying to jump up walls attempting to save us during her night vigil.
This morning, she was passed out at the end of the bed and she allowed us to sleep in... only slightly.

Wyoming... I've been waiting a long time to get here.  I've heard that this is a place that is not for the weak of heart, but no one ever said anything about moth attacks.  NO ONE!!!  Even google is confused. 

So- I see how this is going to play out...
I see you, Wyoming... I feel you...

*rolls up sleeves*
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Bring it on.

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