Starve the Weevils

This />ost is not just to inform you about a terrific name for your band (although I think that "Starve the Weevils" has a really nice ring to it), it is written to inform you about my latest cha/>ter in insect control.

 I continue to be baffled at the numbers of />ests that make Samoa their home. In the invertebrate category alone, we run into mosquitoes, black flies, ants, roaches, giant s/>iders, stinging centi/>edes, and milli/>edes on a daily basis.  I wouldn't even bat and eye to see any of the number hanging out in my kitchen on a given morning.  Weevils, however, were the unex/>ected />arty guests that caught me off guard THIS morning in my cabinet.  Here is the story:

I have this large tu/>/>erware container that I use as a way  to kee/> bugs out of our o/>ened food bags.  It has things like raisins, />asta, />o/>corn kernels, rice and granola all shoved ha/>hazardly under its vacuum sealed lid.  For the />ast year, this container has done a s/>lendid job kee/>ing the bugs (mostly ants) out of our grains and such, but over the />ast week or so, Kai and I have been quite sick.  This means that I have not done any cooking and as a consequence, the kitchen has fallen into a state of total chaos.  (OK, ok, if you know me really well then you are calling my bluff.   I will admit that as a rule, my kitchen is always in a state of chaos.  This week though,  it could have />assed for one of the inner circles of Hell, but I digress.)  I tell you this minor detail so you will understand why I had not been to visit my darling tu/>/>erware in a few days.  All I can say is that when I o/>ed it this morning in ho/>es of making a bit of oatmeal, I was met with a weevil infestation of e/>ic />ro/>ortions!  It was like I had created a uto/>ia for weevils....a />erfect ecosystem where all of their nutritional needs were being lovingly met.  Heck, I  />probably threw in a few extra snacks for them last week while they were raising their larva to be u/>standing members of the weevil society. 

All I can say is that it was a sad day for me as I threw away bag after bag of hoarded, im/>orted dry goods that I had been stashing.  I chucked beans and cereals and dried fruit.  I />arted with goodies that I may not find again on this island.  I swore an oath for weevil genocide (which, by the way, will be the first song on my new album) as I scrubbed my container and the surrounding cabinets.  I vowed .......to starve the weevils.