Bright Stephen @applecoral

I usually dislike going to the market during the day, especially in the afternoon when the heat is almost unbearable. If I miss the morning session, I know I’ll have to go at night when it’s cooler. So, I usually make my way to the market around 7pm, which has become my routine. However, today, when I arrived, I noticed something different that caught my attention.

As I approached my favorite stall, I saw a bright light illuminating the path leading to it. It was a nice change, but honestly, I prefer to walk in the shadows. The light made everything feel a bit too exposed. I paused at the boundary between the light and darkness, trying to decide whether I should step into the brightness or stay in the dark for a little while. With my AirPods in one ear, I could listen to my music while keeping an ear open for what was happening around me.

I found myself standing there for nearly five minutes, which felt strange. I couldn't really explain why I stayed there so long. Something deep inside me felt off; it was like my instincts were telling me to move away from that spot. But I wasn’t ready to leave.
The sense of unease grew stronger. I could feel a disturbance in my spirit, almost like a warning sign that something wasn’t right. I was about to turn away from the bright path, when the weak shelter above me began to creak threateningly.

I sprinted away from that spot, barely escaping the collapsing structure. Thankfully, there was no one else around, or they might have been injured too. I took a moment to catch my breath and let the shock fade away. I had narrowly avoided a disaster that could have turned my ordinary market walk into something far worse.

About a week ago, I started noticing weevils showing up everywhere in my home. At first, I didn't pay much attention to them, but things got a bit weird when they began crawling on my body. I was baffled about where they were coming from, and it took me a while to investigate. Eventually, I discovered that an old bag of beans I had abandoned had become a full breeding ground for bean weevils. That bag had turned into their little kingdom.

To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of beans. I don’t have strong feelings for or against them, but they're not really my go-to food. So, that bag had been sitting untouched for quite some time. Once I realized what was going on, I knew I had to deal with it. Today, I took the step of sieving the beans and over 100 weevils spilled. I’d never seen anything like it.

Now that their little home has been disrupted, I’m left to wait for the wanderers to scatter and leave. Their apartment has been destroyed, but they don’t seem to be in much of a hurry to vacate. I keep spotting a few here and there, clinging to what’s left of their precious beans. It's like they haven't quite accepted that the party is over.

At this point, I’m just hoping they’ll get the hint and move on soon. I never thought I’d have a weevil invasion to deal with, but here I am, playing landlord to some very unwanted guests. All because I left a bag of beans sitting for too long!!!