Short story idea: Something along the lines of “The Yellow Wallpaper” but instead it’s a suburban mom being driven insane by pantry moths. And her husband and son don’t ever see them or seem bothered by them. “BUT I’VE ALREADY THROWN OUT ALL THE RRRRRIIIICCCCEEEEEE!!! WHERE ARE YOU COMING FROM??!!” she’ll scream, while clutching her hair and sobbing. The ending will be her setting fire to her cabinets and then happily purchasing a custom IKEA kitchen and never buying pantry items again.
JUST AN IDEA.