A Sad, Sad Day

Lachlan died today. For the second time. 

Porter and I have been struggling with a moth invasion for six months. Bags and bags of wool clothes have hit the trash. The salvaged wool pieces hang in ugly plastic bags in our closets. It's been terrible. And gross. But we thought it over. 

Then, last weekend, we took Lachlan, the merino sheep, off his wall. How we didn't think that moths that munch on spun, died wool might enjoy unspun, natural wool just as much is beyond me. Frankly, they love it. They cannot get enough. They devoured the entire top of his head. They ruined him. 

We'd had a couple deer (Denver and Michael Gregory) - but Lachlan was the majestic creature that sparked our taxidermy spree. Without Lachlan, there probably wouldn't be Daedalus or Icarus (the swans) or Mandela (the nyala) or even Cormack (the highland bull). Would the apartment have ever made it into The New York Times or ELLE Decoration? I don't think so. It was all Lachlan.

 We tried to salvage him from the devastation, but it was beyond repair (and we both were on the cusp of asphyxiation by moth ball). So, this morning, I grabbed him by his plastic-wrapped horns and put him in the dumpster. Thank goodness he was covered and I didn't have to look him in the glass eye.

We'll have remember him through the photos and this portrait (above) where I dressed him up and added a bit of red tint to his lustrous woolen locks. And we really have to do something about the lonely, empty oval on the wall where he once looked out over the loft. Goodbye, sweet Lachlan, goodbye. 


  1. Karena says:

    Oh my goodness Hollister!! This is just unreal!


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  2. Joy says:

    Wow this is really sad. He seems to be irreplaceable.

  3. Maia says:

    At least he had his portrait done ahead of time.

    Even her in Colorado, a plethora of moth life this summer.

  4. I am probably a terrible, terrible person for having giggled at the glass-eye bit.

    First love is the hardest, eh? My condolences, Hollister.

    Also, you have the makings of a wicked obit writer.


  5. J28 says:

    R.I.P. Lachlan

    My Condolences, Hollister

  6. ABG says:

    requiescat (in pace)

  7. Kim says:

    This is terrible and yet somehow darkly hilarious! So sorry for your loss!

  8. Sad to lose an old friend...strange that my sister laid her beloved Beagle to rest today as well...(must admit I'm relieved he did not end up on the wall, have you even seen a taxidermic Beagle?)

  9. Sorry to hear, I can't stand facing decisions like that.

  10. Anzu says:

    Have you tried putting horse chestnuts in your wardrobe? Sounds weird I know. It doesn't eradicate the problem, but it was the only thing that I found worked in my last flat.
    Only trouble is you'll have to wait until Autumn!

  11. David says:

    "Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

  12. Unknown says:

    you are really awesome man just keep going and feed your brain in good things
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  14. mopar says:

    Awwwwwww. I am sorry to hear this. May I offer a small piece of advice, although too late for Mr. Sheep? Make sure all your wool clothes are clean, and every month or so, air them out, shake them out, and expose them to the sun for at least a few hours, which will kill any larvae that may be developing. Wash with soap and water and vacuum in the crevices of closets, drawers, wood floors, and other places moths might be hiding. Don't use moth balls. They don't work against moths but they do cause cancer.