Psychobiography 201369 Curiosities served |
2006-12-13 11:07 AM Horrible parent Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (6) The horror ended when I finished up the dishes this morning, well, it will officially end when I bag up the trash and see those noodles one last time.
I accidently fed my kids bugs, Monday. It all started a warm day in November, when my spirit to feed the birds was rekindled by hearing so many still hanging around. I hadn't fed them all summer because I hate touching the feeder, and Wally told me my fallen seeds attract rats to his shed. Rats? Really? I knew I still had a big bag of seed in the pantry. I dug the scoop down in. One scoop would do it. I grabbed a reduced fat Oreo and returned to daydream on the swing. So, this is where it starts to get gross. Later, there were a few little black bugs on the walls and ceiling of my kitchen and by the pantry. My husband did the math for me. Weevils (http://www.4to40.com/earth/geography/htm/insectsindex.asp?counter=39). A part of me wanted to deny that I unleashed an infestation IN MY FOOD PANTRY. But I had. How many Oreos had the kids and I eaten throughout the day? I couldn't look in the seed bag. I couldn't look in the Oreos. Aaron confirmed weevils in both. I'm having a hard time with this... I thought that once the seed was removed, they would die. I also thought I'd better throw away anything opened, like noodles. But it was a month ago, and I hadn't seen a weevil since, until Monday. I cooked the damn noodles. Doused them with Promise light. Dished them out. And, I don't know why, I took a bite out of the pot. Kind of odd tasting. "What is that black thing?" I wondered. "KIDS! (Deep breath.) "Mama has to have those noodles back," received with cries from both of them. They were elbow noodles, and weevils were in the hollow, all sterile and dead. Rachel thinks that A bug was in the pot. She was just hungry, and wanted food fast. I was having this fight or flight thing happening. I took care of the situation, kept calm, made them Ramen noodles, and unscrewed the light bulb over the memory. Now the remains top the garbage bag. I'll be seeing the last of them momentarily. Read/Post Comments (6) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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