Some housecleaning, some work, some play, and a little pest control. It was a typical Wednesday in the Schneider Haus.

I spent much of the morning hammering away at my company’s monthly e-newsletter. Exciting stuff, right? Nothing more riveting than online content about creating online content.

Anyhoo, one quick funny moment happened with the kids when a lone moth got into the house. I don’t know how it’s been in other places around the country, because you know, I’ve pretty much been in my house for a few months, but Colorado has been swarmed by moths this year. 

How many moths have we had? If I had to make a guess, I don’t think I could because I don’t think they make numbers that go that high. So perhaps I’ll invent a new measure…like a googol million, or a Gilligan. It’s a unit so large it measures only unreachable numbers, like the number of times Gilligan messed up everyone’s chances of getting off that island.

We have had 472 Gilligan moths this year. It’s a lot, trust me.

The kids always get a little freaked when one gets in the house, and we try to usher them back outside. This is something Henry has developed a real aptitude for and enjoyment of. So when this one got in the house, he said to me, “Don’t worry, dad. I get it.”

Henry then slid open the door, turned to the moth and yelled, “Moth! You get outta’ here!”


Amelia got in on the act, and after a minute or two of shouting at the moth, it finally got the hint that it wasn’t super welcome and fluttered back out the door. Mission accomplished. At age 4, Henry is doing a fine job as our insect bouncer.

In other news, Grandma and Pop Pop had recently gotten back from a trip to South Dakota, and brought back some cool swag from Mount Rushmore. There were lots of fun little souvenirs, and the kids particularly loved the toy binoculars. They walked around wearing them like jungle explorers the rest of the night.


And that was Wednesday. Like I said yesterday, not every day can be a thriller, but on we go. I got some work done and we safely escorted a moth back to its natural habitat. I count that as a victorious day.