The Crunchy Bugs

I’ve been noticing there is an increasing number of tiny, slow moving, black bugs that crunch when I kill them in my apartment. Which is quite curious, because since discovering that I have a screen on my “porch” I’ve religiously made sure it’s closed, especially when the sliding doors are open. Where are these critters coming from? I’ve never seen anything quite like them. They seem to have wings, but don’t fly. They slowly wander across my floor, and don’t scurry when I swoop down to kill them. I almost feel bad killing them, they’re not even trying to escape death.

Tonight, when I returned home from school, I noticed quite a few on the floor. What are these things? I then spied a few clinging to the side of the refrigerator. Hmmm. I pulled a chair to the side of the refrigerator. Oh, my god! They were slowly swarming around a black plastic bag on top of the refrigerator. I squealed and jumped off the chair. Ugh!

Armed with a roll of paper towels, I climbed back on the chair and started squishing. What was in the bag? Oh…. I remember now. I buy my rice and beans from a lady on the corner who sells them from large buckets. She measures out a square box and pours the contents into a flimsy black plastic bag. I don’t have any containers in my house, so I usually just throw the bags on top of the refrigerator. I go through the rice fairly quickly (I’m averaging about 3 kilograms a week now), but I guess the beans have been there for a bit longer. Long enough to allow critters to spontaneously procreate.

Tomorrow’s sole goal. Tupperware.