Yesterday, I was lounging on my chair on the balcony, at peace with the world, with a few cans, when my life partner (LP) opened up a plastic bag of rice (about a month old) but now with unwelcome weevil inhabitants. Tiny little black insects that feed on rice grains. Must have been a hundred.
Tofu, greens, and rice was our intended dinner. Okay, after swilling them out with water (very carefully), and flushing them down the sink, rice was cooked - and eaten...
Today, we played a game of guessing how many weevils we could find in the rice box - seems when exposed to sunlight these lovely little critters climb out of the rice and up the sides of the box (no idea why) - only to be welcomed by my forefinger and thumb, and cast to the four winds.
After a while, my LP discovered an innuendo in the life of these weevils - the consenting adults go boom-boom together, and the female lays her eggs in grains of rice. Metamorphosis - or hatching out, the youngster feeds on the rice until fully grown, eats its way into the rice universe, and the life cycle begins again.
LP found many grains of rice with young weevils inside - I eat (ett) some (many?) last night; ughhhh.
So we dispense with the box, and go out to buy some more from the rice man. His seem clean, so I ask him the obvious question - he replies with a laugh, eat faster...