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Holes in Clothes
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Jeff    Posted 01-12-2005 at 05:58:44       [Reply]  [Send Email]
It's positively weird! Every few weeks, we find a round hole, 4-5", in some of our clothes. We don't have moths that I know of. I have set mouse traps with peanut butter and nothing. We see no evidence of critters but something is eating our clothes. Anyone have this before?


dale anne    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:22:45       [Reply]  [No Email]
Howdy jeff, Ummmmm perhaps the lil woman just wants to go on a shopping trip? lol....ummm really might wanna check yer washer and dryer see iffin a screw,nail or something of the likes is caught and ripping clothes as ya'll wash them.white clothes will do this iffin using to much bleach!perhaps a puppy or cat that likes to chew on things?...once had a puppy die from eating socks....shame it took his death to find out where all the socks went.cant think of any bugs besides moths...get ya some cedar blocks anyways and put it in the closet..iffin cant get none a bounty dryer sheet works well also...tear ahole and hang on hangers in closet...dont put the against clothing as they may stain some fabrics but it does keep moths out...replace them once a month...same size holes always makes me think they getting caught on something...or we have aliens that like cotton?rayon blends?...hell iffin i was gonna eat clothing i'd only want the best 100% silk fer this gal lol.....let me know what ya me wondering now and things like this will bug me to death lol....crazy ..i know....dale anne

Chas in Me    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:17:02       [Reply]  [No Email]
Do you have crop circles in your fields?


Fawteen    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:18:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
ROFL! Mawnin', Chas...

Fawteen    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:16:30       [Reply]  [No Email]
Are the holes always in the same sort of material (cotton, denim, wool)?

Are the affected clothes always from the same storage (drawer or closet)?

Do you deal with batteries at all? (Battery acid)

Are you using bleach in your wash?

Just trying to brainstorm some theories here.

Salmoneye    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:15:40       [Reply]  [No Email]

Fawteen    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:17:41       [Reply]  [No Email]
I'll be jiggered. Never knew silverfish had a taste for duds. I bet that's it...

I'll be jiggered too...    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:19:42       [Reply]  [No Email]
I thought my dearly departed maternal Grandmother was the only one that used "I'll be jiggered"...


Les    Posted 01-12-2005 at 12:14:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
Very common expression around here.

Salmoneye    Posted 01-12-2005 at 12:40:03       [Reply]  [No Email]
I did some research and found that 'jiggered' is defined most places as;

'Old-Fashioned' UK/British Expletive meaning 'surprised'...

"I'll be jiggered" is sometimes thought to be a coloquialism for "I'll be buggered"...

Jeff    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:41:55       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Well I'll be hog tied & jiggered! I should have said the clothes seem to be all cotton and down the basement (dark, cool, and damp). I put some moth balls around last week and nothing since then. Silverfish sound like a possible although my wife said she has not seen any. I don't think it's bigger critters. She laughed on the first poster thoughts about her wanting some shopping time. I'm going to think about that...may have to put a camera down there to see what she is doing in the basement! Thanks for the help!

dale anne    Posted 01-12-2005 at 07:06:17       [Reply]  [No Email]
Howdy jeff....tell the lil woman that she aint gotta go putting holes in clothes...she can do what i do.....on sunday get in yer worse dress or even better torn up jean wit yer butt hanging out and a shirt so thread bear that looks like ya wearing lace and tell hubby ..ready fer church?....I seem to get a shopping trip that day lol....and I hate to shop but better then when hubby shops fer me....still got 2 x mas outfits to take back...the man bought me size 8....and meduim shirts....i turned to him on christmas morning and with a gentle smile asked...honey do you think i am getting fat?.....with a look of a man ready to be hung he said no sweetie why?...I take a size 4 my love and iffin im not getting fat and you dont see a buick butt or thunder thighs why would you buy me something that 2 of me could fit in.....his answer...well i didnt look at the size i figured you would take it back anyways lol.....1 fer the man....was a great answer huh?....never the less sweet dear hubby did not get to see me in that night gown he bought me....he may be quick with a reply to his mistake but this ole gal knows better lol....just another woman[dale anne]

SusieQ    Posted 01-12-2005 at 07:52:07       [Reply]  [No Email]
Now Dale Anne,

That does have me LMAO! gotta remember that one for sure.....thanks for the thoughts. heheheheh.

jeff    Posted 01-12-2005 at 07:47:51       [Reply]  [Send Email]
That will cost me money, you's no fun! :)

Fawteen    Posted 01-12-2005 at 06:28:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
I got an ideer it'd have been an honor ta know that lady.

She was a card...    Posted 01-12-2005 at 07:19:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
From a long line of cards...

One of the first people around here to get a divorce (that was a scandal) and that was before WWII...She then married my Grandfather who had polio and lived on his brothers' dairy farm...He could walk with the aid of crutches and was a 'driver'...When Alma (my Gram) came to the farm, like most women, she was in charge of the house and 'the Men' took care of the farm...As my Great Uncle Frank was a bachelor-farmer, Alma was it as far as women...Sadly, my Grandfather Walt died in the midst of WWII leaving Alma with their two daughters and the daughter she had brought from her first marriage...Uncle Frank was hard pressed to run the farm alone, so Alma stepped up and left the house to her oldest daughter Olive, and the two little girls...Alma took over the money aspects of the farm and expanded the scope of the operation into dealing in cattle...She then went on to start buying up farms and having them run by tennant farmers...At one point in the mid 50's she had control of 5 farms in town and appx. 3000 acres...As Frank was born in 1885 (and was getting on), she decided to pare the operation back to just the home farm and one other farm two roads over...In 1963, all the barns burned at the Homestead...They were able to save the house and the Grainery...The last farm burned down in the early 70's...Frank died in 77...Alma survived a horrific car crash in 73 where she lost a lung and her spleen...She then survived 2 strokes in the next decade and came back both times...She was legally blind for the last 10 years of her life from Macular Degeneration...The doctor let her keep her drivers license though so she could have the younguns drive her with learners permits...She finally just literally dropped dead on August 9th 1986...She had put on a pot of coffee and was walking back to the front room and just died...It was my Mothers' birthday...

Thanks for letting me rant...I used to stop in the AM, read her the paper and drink her coffee that would make a trucker stand up and take notice...Her kitchen was always warm and smelled good...There were people in and out of there every AM from the time I could remember...She still had at least 3 people that stopped in the AM for coffee on their way to work...We have all been sorta lost since 1986 I think...


Fawteen    Posted 01-12-2005 at 07:24:34       [Reply]  [No Email]
Don't seem like folks are as tough as they usetabe. Too easy to give up and go on welfare these days.

I wish my grandparents had hung around until I was a bit older. All of mine were gone by the time I was 10.

My Mom's sister, my Aunt Omah, was like that. Tougher than boot leather, but the warmest, most loving person you'd ever want to meet. Her kitchen was about as close to heaven as I ever expect to get.

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