Burn it down and salt the earth.
I reached the end of my patience with the pantry moth infestation. We’d thrown everything out that we thought they might be in but they just didn’t go away. So today the Snook and I went on the offensive. We took everything out of our cupboard and checked each and every package for tell-tale grubs or webs. They were in packets of tea; they were in pasta; they were even in the sugar. (Luckily they were mostly in things we haven’t eaten since we started Atkins.) All of it got chucked. Then I cleaned and wiped the shelves and walls with bleach. The remaining food is now back in place and a lovely little packet of moth balls is resting in the corner. We will be victorious; I swear it.
Since the pantry offensive left us feeling all grown-up and responsible, we decided to tackle two other problem areas in the house: the fridge and the stairs. While the Snook scrubbed gooey spilled soy sauce off the fridge shelves, I dragged the vacuum up and down the stairs while laboriously scrubbing the dust out of the carpet. Suddenly our steps are two shades lighter. We’re such pigs. But at least today we’re mature, slightly less disgusting pigs.