My Only Fear

In my life, I only have one great fear, Weevils.  They are honestly the only things that I will just burst into tears on sight. In the past weeks, there have been several sitings in the Sloan home, all observed by me. I quickly hollered in every situation and warned the people of the Sloan residence, but my cries were not to be heard. However, this morning, May 26th, 2008, I was not ignored as I picked up boxes revealing  clusters of beetles and worms. I dropped the box, burst into tears, and ran to fetch my mother ( the real horror is that they were very close to my secret Oreo stash- no worries- each cookie was closely inspected and my stash went back into hiding.) So my mother, blind as a bat, came to investigate, and thought they were just rice. Her days of weevil hunting were over.  In the mean time, Riki conveniently decided that now would be a great time to abandon us during this traumatic experience and go running. I sat shuddering in the corner, on the floor of the living room in hysterics. My mother soon walked in, told me to deal with it, and that she was living to go down to Alma School Rd. I cried, begged, even bargained, but I was forcefully told to fix the problem. Being the wonderful, loving, and unfortunately an extremely obedient daughter, i marched into the kitchen to look fear straight in the face. There I was, tears streaming down my face, and with courage in my heart, I boldly took each bin, and dumped it in the trash. For over and hour I hunted them down. Do I still fear weevils? Yes.