I can't blame the poor moths. If I had strange people tromping around in broad daylight, waking me up with this earthquake business I'd be a bit out of sorts too.

[The first most important love of Mona's life is her Vespa. The second being money, and the third is moths. They remind her of tiny, flying moustaches. So naturally she's going to be concerned for the well being of the little mousta- I mean, moths.]

But seeing as the moths are becoming a problem as pests...I'd like to nominate myself for personally rounding up the fellows and relocating them away from the greenhouse!