So Tuesday morning, the Atlas Van Lines truck showed up right on time. The driver handed Arlene a form.
"What’s this for?" she asked.
"Gypsy moth quarantine," said the driver. "Yer s’posed to have it when ya move here."
It turns out that the great state of California requires you to have your belongings inspected for the dreaded gypsy moth. Then again, maybe they don’t. Santa Clara County says yes, but other sources say no. I went ahead and called the inspectors to come check out the kids’ toys (which were pretty much the only outdoor thing we brought from Ohio), but no one came.
Of course, it might have helped if someone had told us before the move that we’d need an inspection. I mean, by the time the truck’s unloaded, these hypothetical moths would have free run of our yard… if all the rain didn’t kill them first, but that’s another post.
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