We were wrong about the moth, it turns out! We had figured we'd let it be since it was just chilling on the ceiling and wasn't bothering anyone. Turns out that the moth was a flour moth, who had come from the flour bag we got from the lovely old mill we visited that one time. Also it wasn't merely chilling, it had gotten busy reproducing all over our dry pantry.
We've cleared them out now, though we're still keeping an eye out in case there's still a few survivors somewhere around here. It's a pity they all had to be killed, but unfortunately the punishment for shagging in our flour pantry is death.
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