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[silverflight8]

So I was putting rice into the rice cooker today for dinner. I looked down and I saw something brown amongst the white rice.

It was a mealworm, maybe half a centimeter long.

Now picture the scene: I'm squatting on the floor, just staring at this bowl of rice. (I keep rice in the bottom cupboards because it's heavy.) I was frozen.

On one hand, sometimes people pick weevils out of their flour and use it anyway. I had probably a quarter or a fifth of the bag left. I looked fearfully back into the bag; with some shaking I spotted another tiny one and abruptly stopped. The one in my bowl was mostly not moving, except when I shook it and it started walking. But that would be such a waste. I could pick them out. I could.

On the other hand, I was completely revolted.

I must have sat there for a minute or so, watching the little mealworm, but then the central question arose in my mind: can you bring yourself to eat this?

HAHA NO.

So that was my evening.

Lessons learned: do not buy so much rice when you don't eat that often. (I think the last time I ate rice from there was a couple weeks, so I'm going to assume there weren't any in there then, for my own sanity. I bought the rice a good year ago.) Don't keep rice there for so long and assume nothing's going to try to eat it. And for god's sake, look before you do anything!

The irony is that I knew it was a mealworm because in grade two, we had raised them on oats. I was quite happy to play with them at that age, but I suppose even seven-year-old me would have balked at eating those oats. (EWWWW.) I suppose it's a mercy that they were still in worm-stage instead of the beetle stage. That would have been infinitely worse.

I'm sorry to anyone on my flist who I recently friended. I swear my entries are usually much more palatable but I have to tell someone. The whole world.