How To Get Rid of Weevils In The House
The other day, I killed three homeschooling birds with one stone. Math, Science, and Character Building lessons were all taught in one unfortunate equation:
125 lbs of organic wheat + 4 months of procrastination = one billion weevils
It all started one day last week, when my three year old came to me with a tightly closed fist, obviously concealing some great prize. Grinning proudly, she looked up at me and exclaimed, “Look Mommy!” And she opened her grasp to reveal a palm-full of little black bugs, scattering in a mad-dash for freedom.
I looked closely, not recognizing what they were, then shrugged it off and told her to throw them outside. Honestly, it’s no big thing to find bugs in our house. We’ve had plenty of critters visit us this year; ladybugs, stinkbugs, ants, spiders, wheelbugs… yep, we get ’em all. So to find another creepy crawly in the house was nothing out of the ordinary. I figured, as long as they didn’t hurt anybody they warranted no concern.
The next day, Xia found a few more of those bugs. I found her playing with them in her bed when she was supposed to be napping. Later that evening she had a jar with even more to show me.
Still, I didn’t really give it any more thought other than, “Hmph, that’s strange. I wonder what those are…”
But on the third day, when Xia brought yet another jar crawling with little black unidentified bugs to me, I realized I might need to investigate into this a little further. Obviously, this was more than just a couple of bugs getting in.
“Xia,” I asked her after she proudly displayed her “friends”, “where are you finding these bugs?” Her bright eyes lit up with excitement as she ran to show me what seemed to be like hidden treasure to her.
“In there,” she grinned and pointed, “in the closet!”
Uh-oh. Her closet.
The closet where I had bags and bags of wheat stored.
Oh gosh. I hesitated, afraid of what I’d find.
After pausing for a moment, I opened the door. And there, easily spotted against the contrasting color of white bucket lids, were hundreds of tiny black bugs. As my eyes scanned the small space, I focused on more of them making their way up the walls, and the doorframe, and the door…
They were EVERYWHERE!
I quickly closed the door, knowing full well it wouldn’t keep them in. But still. Yikes.
Although I’d never seen one before, I had a pretty good guess what these critters might be. A quick google search confirmed what I already knew in my heart.
Weevils. Those little funny-nosed bugs that hatch out in bags of rice, beans, and grains, and destroy your food if you haven’t properly stored it.
Oh, wait, you mean you didn’t know there were bug eggs in your food? Oh yes my friends, if you have dry grains or beans, you can guarantee you’re eating bug eggs. Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you. It’s just kinda creepy to think about. But if you leave those grains long enough, and haven’t taken some precautions to treat the food (more on that in a moment), you will have weevils hatching out in your pantry.
And that is exactly what happened.
I was right about the closet door not containing them. Upon closer examination, I found tons of weevils all around the perimeter of Xia’s room. In the corners of the baseboard, behind her bed and dresser, in the wooden chest full of blankets, and even escaping her bedroom and fleeing down the hallway. Toward the kitchen!
Great. I really should have investigated on Day One. Now they’ve got a lead.
Enlisting the children in the hunt, our first task was to collect as many escaping weevils as we could find and flush them down the toilet. The kids, of course, thought this was great fun, and made a game of who could find the most. I was grateful for their enthusiasm, and their keen eyesight!
We focused on the positives while we worked. At least they don’t sting, or bite, or fly.
One female weevil can lay up to about 250 eggs; we had to get every single weevil out of the house to avoid further infestation. Each and every item in Xia’s room had to be thoroughly examined and then removed if I was to find all of the bugs.
As you can imagine, this process took the good part of the day. Every single blanket in the chest, every piece of clothing, every toy, every everything had to be looked over, then taken to another room in the house.
When the room was clear of everything except the dresser and the bed frame, I hauled the vacuum in. With hose in hand, I readied myself to tackle the closet with a vengeance. The kids watched from behind as I forcefully sucked up every little black speck I could find. When all but the weevils-in-hiding were enjoying their new home in my vacuum canister, every single item in the closet had to be examined and removed.
I know. Fun times.
About nine hours into the project, I was finally ready to really tackle the issue. The bags of wheat, which I had totally put off storing, had been not-so-patiently waiting for me in two large cardboard barrels. They have a lovely, locking plastic lid which seals and gives the illusion of safe-keeping. And so, tucked nicely in my daughter’s closet, they had pretty much been forgotten about.
Well, Jada made the observation that one of these barrels’ lid was askew. “That’s how they’re getting out!” she determined. And indeed, she was right. I shuttered at the thought of what was going on in the other, still closed barrel. One disaster at a time.
I cautiously removed the lid from the opened barrel and Jada and I gasped in horror at… not what we saw (we were prepared for that)… at what we heard!
The sound, it was coming from the uppermost bag of wheat in the stack.
Crunching. Crackling. The sound of a million moving and munching insects inside the bag, destroying my grains. It was horrifyingly loud. Like Rice Krispies popping in milk. And the sound continued, even after I quickly covered it back over. How did we not hear this before?!
Jada and I looked at each other. Now what?! I wasn’t about to take that creepy crawly bag out of the barrel to remove it! I had to get the entire barrel outside before I attempted to remove the infested bag. Problem was, with five 25-pound bags of wheat inside of it, that barrel weighed more than I did! How was I to get it outside?
I remembered Jerry had a hand-truck out in his pickup. Just what I needed! I went and got it, and with a little heaving and hoeing, it was on the dolly and out the door in just a few minutes.
I wheeled the barrel to the waterstove. As much as I hated to do it, I was going to have to destroy that bag of wheat. And fire seemed like the best way to do it.
But first. Jada was DYING to see inside of the noisy sack. As freaky as it was, there was some driving curiosity which led both of us to have to know if it was as bad in there as our imaginations led us to believe.
As my scissors got closer to the crunching and crackling bag, I almost couldn’t do it. Did we really have to see what was in there?
Yes. For the sake of appeasing my daughter’s raging curiosity, I did.
And yes. It was as bad as I’d imagined. Lovely. Aren’t we glad we looked.
I donned leather work gloves, and quickly hoisted the bag up and tossed it into the open waterstove’s firebox. Wheat and weevils spilled out of the open bag, and I grabbed some tinder to start a fire with.
One bag down.
I looked into the barrel to find the other four bags of wheat covered in the crawling black bugs. I determined I had to open each one to know whether or not it was worth salvaging before just chucking them all. And that’s what I did.
I prayed that I wouldn’t have to learn this lesson too expensively.
And to my complete shock and delight, three of those bags had zero weevils in them, and one had minimal infestation. Saved!! Immediately, I washed four buckets and lids, dried them, lined them with mylar bags, filled them with the clean wheat, dropped a 2000cc oxygen absorber into each bag, sealed them with a hair straightening iron, and covered the buckets with lids.
I did this even with the one with a few weevils in it. The O2 absorbers will kill any living bugs, and will prevent eggs from hatching. I just marked the buckets to remind me to sift the wheat before using it.
Thank goodness 100 lbs of wheat was spared!
With that out of the way, I turned my attention toward the other barrel in the closet. ANOTHER 125 lbs of organic wheat. I cringed at the thought of what I would find in there. Would they be infested, too? It took me a minute of struggling with the lid before I finally got it off.
Relief flooded my soul as I found no weevils inside. And again, I quickly got the wheat properly stored.
Nothing like a good ol’ bug infestation to kick you in the hind end with a dose of motivation!
Once the second barrel was removed from the closet, I worked well into the night vacuuming the weevils that kept coming out of the woodwork. I even had to pull the carpet up in the closet to hurry the process. Those little guys love to hide in the nooks and crannies of the molding, and only come out when they feel it is safe to do so.
We were blessed that not all of our 250 lbs of wheat was ruined!
After setting the living bag of wheat ablaze in the waterstove, it dawned on me that I should have fed it to the chickens instead. A smack-your-forehead kinda moment. Fortunately, the wheat didn’t easily ignite, and only the bag burned a bit. I’ve been scooping the grains out of the firebox and tossing them to the chickens, so it wasn’t a total loss.
What’s frustrating is that I KNEW BETTER! I knew weevils could hatch out in my wheat. I guess I just figured I had more time than just a few months. Maybe it depends upon the bag itself. I dunno. But take a tip from me- get it stored properly right away! If you don’t have oxygen absorbers, you can freeze your grains for several days and that will kill bug eggs as well.
It has been five days since the cleanup, and we’re still finding random weevils throughout the house.
Oh look! Xia just brought me two more. How lovely.
Whenever one is spotted on the floor, or wall, or countertop, we dutifully pick it up and drop it into the potty. Fortunately, their numbers are dwindling to one or two a day. We’re over the hump, it seems.
(I promise I don’t do stupid things just to have something to blog about.)
And that’s how to get rid of weevils. One stinking bug at a time.