Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

Could be worse. My father used to frequent a health food store where you scooped your own grains out of big bins (presumably into your reusable bags or other containers). One day he brought home a bag of brown rice that turned out to be about 30% moth chrysali, which promptly hatched. He ended up with little tiny moths everywhere in his office. I'm sure there were still some wandering around when he vacated the place years later.