Many moths were killed—by nightjars and frogmouths, by high winds, by sizzling up in light fixtures, and by slapping hands—but there always seemed to be more to come. They were impervious to knock-down sprays. Any attempt at sweeping them from a surface left behind black pencil marks. In Dubbo 1919: the moths “destroy[ed] the happiness of many a domestic circle, and by their dying help[ed] to increase the cost of living.” Removing moths from the home was nearly impossible. One might as soon have tried to net a mist and tow it back out to sea.
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Stephen Sparks 