Open the cupboard to an effervescence of wings: dozens of pantry moths, released into the kitchen at large. Bags and bags of flour, masa, buckwheat, oats, all infested. Wish we had chickens still, who would find the grubs a treat better even than the grains. Instead, the compost gets the lot. Tighten the lids on jars of quinoa and rice. Vacuum the corners. And for days afterward, clap hands around the fugitives, stain your hands the softest silver.