Pure Undiluted Evil

A little explanation. I know a fair amount of knitters for whom moths are the devil's spawn. So you can imagine my amusement when I received this link with a message telling me that this book could only be considered the deepest darkest wrong ever to occur in this or any other life.

Don't get it?

Here's the plot description as according to Booklist:

Preparing for her birthday party, Martha Moth purchases all sorts of goodies with moth appeal, including shrunken sweaters, itchy socks, and other woolly treats. However, Martha can't resist sampling her purchases (especially that tasty-looking polka-dot scarf), and by the time pals Flit and Flora finally appear, only the socks remain on the menu. No matter; the friends bring a birthday gift of dust, and they all enjoy "a lovely dish of socks with dust gravy"--except Martha, who can't eat another bite.

Those of you who ever had to throw out a shawl you received for your high school graduation because it was infested with tiny, bright orange moth caterpillars will understand the pain here.