I woke up this morning to larvae is my kitchen. Larvae. My first thought was "fuck, are those maggots?" After some research, I moved onto "thank god, those aren't maggots." And then I finally landed on "fuck, I wish those were maggots." Maggots seem to be pretty easy to get rid of, other possible sources of larvae, not so much. (People, never image search "maggots." You've been warned.)
Now, it was a grand total of about 12 larvae over the course of the day, which I think I can live through, provided there aren't any more. I asked Chris to pick up a flame thrower at Target on his way home, and he said they didn't have any, but I'm thinking Wal-Mart has to have them, right? And if the larvae keep coming, I will have to get one.
I have a bug... thing. Not a single-bug thing, which don't (he he) bug me all that much, but herds of bugs creep me out. I blame it on the day at the old house when I was walking up the front walk just as a massive termite swarm flew out of the door jamb and straight into my face. I never really recovered.
Which explains why I set out to just check the dry goods in the kitchen this afternoon, and then decided to go ahead and throw out the flour and crackers and pasta and cereal and corn meal that was open, and then decided I may as well be safe and pitch all of the wheat and rice and corn products, and ended up filling twelve trash bags with every bit of food from the pantry that wasn't in cans or jars. I am refusing to even speculate about how much money is out on the corner right now waiting for the garbage men, but at least I feel confident that I will not be feeding the children bugs.
So then I had to make Chris stop on the way home to replace the things I could not live without until tomorrow morning. And he did, and as soon as he brought them into the house I packed them into ziploc bags and put them in the freezer. So if you come over, that's why I have chocolate powder and granola bars in the freezer.
I haven't seen a bug in eight hours, except for the ones I generously saved in a baggie to show to Chris. (He was quite appreciative.) Wish me luck, would you?