46 and Other Matters

 I turned 46 a few days ago. It was a nice low-key birthday. My husband got us Vietnamese food for dinner. H made swiss roll (chocolate! with sour cream icing! my favorite!). C brought me a snack - nicely cut up fruit - while I was working. I got lots of hugs. H also got me a bar of nice-smelling soap. 

I feel very fortunate to be 46. I can walk, hike, bike, and enjoy nature. I get to spend lots of time with kids. I sleep at night. I have a good job but I am also confident that if that job suddenly disappears, I will not be destitute. I have options.

Totally unrelated to my birthday. We've got moths. So annoying! We've been setting up traps but so far - no luck in getting rid of them. The things flutter around the room, but seem to completely ignore the supposedly pheromone-laced glue. Mutant moths? Will they be completely taking over our house?

Also totally unrelated to my birthday. Vlad the cat has been completely lax in his job as the terminator. He is supposed to be a predator, a killing machine. We've got mice, people! Mice that raided my sufganiyot (doughnuts). We ended up setting mouse traps.

Is there a pest that you will absolutely not tolerate and will go to any lengths to kill? For me, I am perfectly happy to co-habit with spiders, millipedes, and walking sticks. The one thing I can not stand - cockroaches...