You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?

Do they?! Lynnwood is a claustrophobic living pine box! These moths don't miss much! Besides, the moth who flies through the tree tops for the moon and gets eaten by a bat does not get to nobly retire to a grey velvet clad harem with the scorch marks of a battle with the fiery moon that hangs outside of my screen door upon his wings, nor tell his valiant war stories to the weevils in the dark frosty stretches of the night...I don’t care as long as that garnet jar with the punctured lid in the back corner of my closet keeps my Norwegian Wool Ski sweater safe!