Help! My bathroom is infested with moths

This morning, about 5 am, I opened the door to my bathroom and stepped in with every intention to brush my teeth.

But what greeted me in the bathroom knocked all thoughts of tooth-brushing out of my mind as I stood gawping in wonder and amazement.

I have known all along that moths enjoy visiting my bathroom; it’s a reasonably favourite hangout for them.

But this morning, there was a freaking moth convention in there.

Moth convention

Moth convention

Moth convention

Moth convention

Or maybe it was a beauty pageant, seeing as how all sorts of nationalities had gathered, decked in their national costumes.

These photos were not collected over the months or years. These photos were all taken in my bathroom at 5 am this morning.

Excepting a couple of them, they all tamely sat at their respective spots (whether on walls, floor or ceiling, or rug) and didn’t so much as flutter as I brought my Blackberry within an inch of their faces to photograph them.

(I keep forgetting to charge my camera batteries.)

I don’t know if they’re all moths, especially the green one in the last picture, but, well, they all turned up for the party so they’re all in my gallery. Maybe the green one is an honorary foreign guest speaker. Or maybe he’s breakfast.

Who knows.

When I entered the bathroom an hour later, half of them had gone. Some of the remaining half were still perched on the exact same spot where I left them.

Maybe they fell asleep while the honorary foreign guest speaker was speaking since they couldn’t understand a word of his foreign tongue.

I wonder if any of them laid any eggs. Will there be a moth baby convention next?

Oh, I didn’t remember to brush my teeth until about an hour later.