For a few weeks, we had weevils.
Well, there was a sack of grain for feeding the birds. We didn't
use it for a few weeks because of the scaffolding for mending the roof
(not to mention the roof menders themselves), and then it had got a
bit stale so the birds wouldn't touch it anyway. It was on the way out
of the house, but we were trying to think of something to do with it
before we chucked it away.
It turns out someone else beat us to it. Weevils started to fall into
my wife's keyboard, two or three a day at first, then more. I don't
know what attracted them to it; it may be that they were simply more
noticeable there. Then they started showing up in other places too.
They weren't particularly concentrated round the grain sack, but
eventually we decided that it was time for it to go, and no more
weevils since.
Mostly.
Because every so often we get a spare washing-up bowl or something out
of a cupboard, and find yet another Dying Place of the Clan.
(I should point out that weevils can fly. They have no reason to get
caught in a washing-up bowl.)
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