Fishing for Boll Weavils

I was strolling thru the kitchen one day and saw my mother intently staring into a boiling pot of elbow macaroni, occasionally dipping something out with a large spoon.   I had a feeling I needed to find out what was going on so I casually asked,

“What ‘cha doing momma?”

“Looking for Boll Weavils,” she replied.

“What’s a Boll Weavil?”

“Wait a minute and I’ll show you…here’s one” she said, proudly displaying this little black beetle on her spoon.  “The Weavils got into the noodles so I’m fishing them out,” she explained.  

I looked into the pot and sure enough, there were little black beetles floating up to the surface as the water churned and boiled.  I started thinking about that.  What if the little bug got stuck inside the elbow macaroni and didn’t come out?

I went to bed early without dinner because I came down with an upset stomach.