Threw out everything they were in proximity to.
Cried like a baby at all the money I’d just thrown out.
Emptied all the cupboards, yes they only attacked the pantry but I wasn’t playing.
Bug bombed the kitchen. And again. And again. And again. Better safe than sorry.
Wiped and disinfected the cupboards and the contents of my kitchen.
Bought new shnazzie fancie shmancie canning jars, about a gazillion of them.
Filled the jars with new food.
What I’ve learned:
I hate weevils.
I really hate weevils.
My son is handy to have around when crisis strikes. Only 6 sighs and 3 eye rolls over the weekend.
My son is also handy at running to get canning jars. Then running back for more. Gazillion was not enough.
You can get carpal tunnel from filling jars.
It’s handy to have a daughter who took up scrapbooking then quit. Leaves you with tons of letters.
Scrapbooking letters look really cute on jars. Thanks for the idea Ari!
I had way too much stuff.
I am bitter hubs still hasn’t built my spice rack in my pantry. Not related but I learned it.
I really need a spice rack built inside my pantry.
Hubs is really slow when asked to build a spice rack in the pantry.
Readers now think I am seriously mad at hubs.
Jars are fun on fridays but not when you end up doing it cuz you HAVE to, not cuz you WANT to.
I tend to ramble.
Okay so here is what I learned about weevils, also know as weevildoers:
They like flour.
They like old stanky flour that hangs around too long.
They are not picky and will eat anything. So basically they are like houseguests who never leave.
They really like flour.
They are survivors, the eggs make it through the milling process. Who knew?
Warm and humid are their optimal conditions. Hm, something I have in common with them. Weird!
They can fly, mine didn’t so I don’t think they’d reached weevil pilot status yet.
You can freeze your flour which will kill them. ( I am already testing this theory.)
You can put packages in low heat oven to kill them. ( This seemed odd to me. I did not try this.)
Sealed glass jars are suppose to work wonders. (Testing that theory as well.)
Apparently they hate bay leaves. (Testing this theory too.)
They don’t like raid. Or as I now call it weevilaid.
Things I learned about myself:
I am an overachiever.
I am very tired.
I hate weevilbots.
Okay so how did I handle this situation. Here’s the massive destruction below:
My revenge below:
My ocd below:
Me winning the Weevilwar 2011 below:
|THE SUGAR ONE IS MY FAVE!|
Feel free to contact hubs on my behalf. Send him an email. Seriously. His email is “i’email@example.com”, go light a fire under him. Okay kidding, but email him anyway. It’s just good fun.
Can’t you just see a beautiful wooden shelving system running all the way down? I can. I inherited some beautiful wood of my dad’s that is just begging to be customized in here. It’s a small pantry but I could easily fit about 30 to 50 jars on here.
Okay so now you see why I haven’t posted any recipes this weekend. I do have some for you from days past but I just need to get the posts edited and make sure my spelling is correct. I mean we can’t just be making up words and stuff. I would never do that.
Okay so thanks for attending the weevilunion. I really enjoyed the class of 2011, weevilwrongdoers must be stopped. Weevilrights do not apply. Weevilers must be stopped. We must protect ourselves from weevilgeddon. Weevils wobble but the don’t fall down, except when sprayed with weevilaid. I hope you enjoyed this edition of cravings of a weevilunatic.
See no making up words here.
I shall be back tonight with SLOW COOKER SATURDAY, which you will love. I also have some granola for SENSIBLE SNACK SATURDAY on Losing it Like a Lunatic. Then tomorrow morning I shall give you ICE CREAM SUNDAYS here and SMOOTHIE SUNDAYS on Losing it Like a Lunatic. Then tomorrow hopefully I can post my daring baker stuff, I just need to make it. Ack! Then I’ll inundate you some more tomorrow night with MEATLESS MONDAYS, both here and on Losing it Like a Lunatic. Then I’ll be all caught up so I can start Christmas stuff soon. Whew. Good thing I love to cook. I should be all back on track by tomorrow night if all goes well. Unless weevilpocolypse hits again. Somewhere in my cupboards way back deep in the dark lurks one lone Weevil Wallace just waiting to yell “THEY MAY TAKE OUR LIVES BUT THEY WILL NEVER TAKE OUR FREEDOM”.
Toodles and smoochies! xx
Unless you’re a weevil!