I may have freaked out. Just a bit.
There was much cursing as I got things cleaned up as best I could with Ivy screeching in her stroller (I strapped her in the minute I noticed the floor was moving) and Westley jumping around the living room like nothing was happening. I lugged the infested carpet outside to the trash, and spent the rest of the day shuddering, unable to stop imagining bugs inside my clothes.
Apart from the grossness worthy of an Indiana Jones movie, the worst thing about this whole infestation ordeal is that our living room is now rug-less. The bamboo floors, while pretty to look at, are not cozy to play on. And as the weather gets colder, so will the floors.
I'm tempted to replace the rug with another one just like it. It was the first thing we bought when we moved into our house (for a while, it was the only thing in the house) and I genuinely loved it. But the total creepiness of seeing moth eggs hiding where my children play has put me off high pile rugs for the foreseeable future.