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A Facepalm Moment

Years ago, my husband and I and our three young daughters moved to Massachusetts. He had just taken a new job as Vice President of a major bank in downtown Boston.

One hot Saturday that summer, we made plans to drive along the coast after finishing our yard work. It would be cooler near the water and our girls wanted to visit a favorite lighthouse. It had a beautiful beach where they loved playing in the white sand.

I swept and bagged the last of the hedge clippings, while my husband put the finishing touches on several gypsy moth “Bag a Bug Traps”. He had assembled and staked them in various locations around the yard. It was one of the worst years on record for tent caterpillars, which were gypsy moth larva. It didn’t take long for them to defoliate an entire tree.

We finished our yard work at 1:00 and after I packed what we would need for the beach, we piled in the car, excited to be on our way.

On the way out of town, we were stopped at a red light. Several gypsy moths flew in through the open window on the driver’s side and fluttered around my husband’s head. Waving his hands at the moths, he tried to force them back out the window. “What is wrong with them?” He asked.