Smells Like Moth Ball Love...

I think I might be addicted to the smell moth balls. Both kinds. Really. The kind that smells like those toilet cakes and the original scent. I will refrain from any jokes about the size of the moths those balls must have come from, because let’s face it liking the scent of those things is bad enough.

But I do. I don’t know why. And it goes back a long way. When I was but a wee toddler my parents had to rush me to the doctor because some moth balls were missing from the open bedside dresser drawer and I was the Number 1 Suspect. Well, shucks, I like the scent of cedar boards too but never had much an urge to eat one. They are hard on your teeth, anyway.

But the culprit for the mysteriously vanished moth balls turned out to be our Siamese cat, Kai-Ling, who had a light paw and a penchant for burying her swag amongst the other treasures in her litter box. She didn’t eat the moth balls, either, and I can’t rightly blame her. They did make her box smell better.

Am I the only one who likes odd scents like that? I’m told they aren’t particularly good for you, something about carcinogens. And yes they do taste pretty bad. Don’t ask me how I know…but that’s one moth ball they’ll never find in the catbox.

Oh, yeah, and fresh tar and gasoline…like those scents, too. Some of you might call them odors. One man’s stink is another perfume? Nah, I’m just weird. I probably should get some kind of therapy, but Moth Ball Sniffers’ Anonymous isn’t listed in the phone book. Just my luck.