It’s a few days before the official start of Winter. We should be dealing with temps in the 20s and 30s. Instead it’s in the 50s. When this happens the bugs, specifically the moths, don’t receive the memo that they are supposed to go away and die. They have nothing better to do with their time so they swarm around any light source near our house, including the back steps and the unshaded window I’ve been sitting next to in the dining room.