Why can’t I let feeding maggots lie?
I wasn’t going to share this.
Maggots in the Lunch Box
So. Maggots.
On a day not long gone (say a day six moons past)… I entered my laundry room.
To clean it.
As one does. Or doesn’t does nearly often enough.
I went to grab my daughter’s back pack but was stopped in my tracks.
Backstory: that backpack had been there since the last day of school/first day of Summer. Which means the bag had been sitting there nearly 3 months. Untouched. At least by human hands.
My face wore a look that probably resembled this:
For what I saw… made me scream. “PAULLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!“
My husband came galloping in on his steed to save me from the savage many small flies that covered my daughter’s backpack!!!!!
*gag*
He took the bag and made haste with it to the outside.
I followed to find him pulling out a lunch box-bag thing that looked like it had been vomited on. I could not look closely… for my sensitive gag reflex kicked in full gear. I turned away before the reflex could grow into something more heinous.
My husband comforted, “Oh come on!”
I was a good 350 light years away and I could STILL smell the stank from that lunch bag.
*gag*
*gag*
*gag*
And THAT my friends it a small glimpse into my day to day. Maggots. Puppies. Freestyle gagging. No hot water for 2 days.
#life
