operasteers | the boogeyman of grains

sometimes everything is going so perfect only for a force to laugh in your face and say, "not on my watch!"

cause there i was, hungry and pumping myself up to make something. i got the brown rice, got the eggs and kimchi, little bit of onion powder, thinking to myself, "this is gonna be so bitchin!" spoiler—sadly, no, it wasn't bitchin', the rice was really bland but one day... i shall get it right... but the spice of hunger made it almost bitchin which was good enough in the moment. anyhow, i'm sitting with the bowl in front of me, swinging my legs and getting a spoonful, eager, heart racing, stomach waiting. the food is in my mouth now and i'm pleased, happy, content—

that's when i see them. shifting through MY rice bag.

weevils.

immediately two thoughts popped into my head: 1) those fucking bastard weevils and 2) son of a bitch did i eat the fucking bastard weevils?

i checked through the rice i cooked and it didn't seem like there were any there, but chances are i ate some weevils. it would not be my first time eating weevils (fun little memory attached to croquettes there) but GRAH. AMBUSHED IN THE WORST PLACE AT THE WORST TIME.

i still finished the rice and eggs i was eating, because, bastard weevils or not, i was hungry.

i'm still hungry, honestly.