A moth has found its way into the closet. See if you can find it.
The solution will appear in the comments section later today.
A moth has found its way into the closet. See if you can find it.
The solution will appear in the comments section later today.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
That’s one big moth! I saw it without even enlarging the image.
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Found her!
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I’m loading up on moth balls as we speak – jeeez it’s big!
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Actually looks like a moth.
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What did you expect it to look like?
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Cartoonish.
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Hat was easy!
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Found that pesky bug! Was determined to do so since my favorite sweater was was ruined by moths.
I feel better already…
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For some reason, the picture is slightly blurred, I had to embiggen to the max to see the antennae and the legs. I thought that grey triangle by the hat was unusual but it didn’t look like a moth until enlargement.
Of course, it *could* be my tired eyes…
Nah.
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Lifting those engine heads will do that every time…old man.
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Trust me, it’ll damage more’n your eyes! They weigh 60 pounds apiece because I had to bolt on the exhaust manifold on each before it drop ’em in!
Yikes, my back hurts…
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I don’t know if I saw it, but one of the old bowler hats has a weird item attached to it, but maybe much like egobb with his tired eyes, my MS is kicking up and raising all sorts of heck with me..
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I can’t find the moths in my closet either although I know they are there from the holes in my clothes.
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Got it! 🦋
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That was a nope for me. I left it in the closet.
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I hope there’s no silks or woolens in there…
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