Or red pincered. Or antennaed. Or whatever the hell.
The suspected carpet beetles are suspects no longer. I just found a HOLE going into the last ball of wool I was spinning up. And at the bottom of the hole, one of the Little Bastards, looking fat and happy. Until I stomped him.
I've poured half a bottle of lavender oil into a ceramic diffuser and stuck it in the Yarn Pit. Later tonight after the hub's home, I'll run out and get super-sized ziploc bags for all the yarn in there. Thus far I hadn't (still haven't) seen any Little Bastards in the Yarn Pit, and was only bagging my shop stock (the bagging started more for dirt and cat hair reasons). But now? I'm not taking any chances. I attempted to estimate the value of everything in The Pit and got dizzy.
After the Goob goes to bed tonight, I get to clean the whole thing out, go over everything with a magnifying glass (probably literally in some cases), and re-pack it all. Then I'll shove all the lavender sachets that are right now stuck in the yarn, into all my woolen clothing (which is also in The Pit). There are also a couple boxes of ribbon in there... Not animal fiber, but I am trying not to imagine the stupid little fuckers wandering around THOSE boxes, too.
Damn, damn, bugger, fuck.
For now, I've torn out the funky bit in the roving and am doing my best to finish spinning it up. So it can go back into a plastic bag as yarn. All my other roving is in bags, except the carbon fiber.
I hope they try to eat the carbon fiber. Let them choke on it.