I like my coffee like I like my women - covered in Bogongs!

At the moment, most of Sydney is covered in Bogong Moths. Initially I had confused conversation about Bogongs for conversation about Vogons, and later, Bogans, but I caught up in the end. These things get everywhere. The air is thick with them in certain parts of town, you could wave a big net and catch a hundred at a time. One office issued a memo, reportedly, telling its employees not to yawn outside the building.

We have found some entertainment in this, though. Every evening, Scampina, Elissa's cat, chases a moth round the living room, and then eats it. She's a pretty pathetic hunter, and like most cats, tends to play with her prey. She still hasn't figured out that when you let flying prey go, it flies away, and you have to wait half an hour for it to land near the floor again. Entertainment value aside, the more moths in the living room, the more exercise the cat gets, and because she tends to sleep better after exercise, which means she doesn't get up early and miaow at the bedroom door from 5am, the more sleep I get. So the more Bogongs the better, I say.