Tales of Ick
I discovered three disgusting things today.
1. Cat puke on my bed.
2. Trash can in the garage
3. Cat puke right before the stairs
#1 led to me taking the trash out of my lonely upstairs bathroom (can't have cat puke rotting up there, right?) and taking it down to location #2. Where I discovered something I never thought I'd see. Especially so close up.
Open the lid, drop the bag. Notice something...white. And then see that there are more of them. Twitching and circling the underside of the rim.
That's right. Maggots.
Turns out there were even more than I saw. They covered the underside of the lid, circled the rim around the lower part, were sprinkled liberally elsewhere and basically were anywhere they could manage to get. Mom and the neighbor guy were outside talking, so I sort of got somewhat-unshocked and waited for Mom to pause in her conversation. I had planned on being more eloquent, but it didn't really work.
Me: Um, Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Me: Um, I have news...we have maggots.
Granted, it probably was different than that. *curses terrible memory* But she went to deal with it, had me pull out the trash can so we could deal with it, and she sprayed liberal amounts of raid. ...I still don't want to touch that can again.
*shudders*
But as for #3, you ask? Well, I'm leaving for Provo again tomorrow, er...today(?) and that means I need to pack. And see how heavy my bags are. So I asked to borrow Mom's scale. ...and promptly forgot about the puke I'd witness happen. Luckily it was on tile, so it wouldn't stain anything. Of course, Ebony managed to puke right in the doorway to the stairs downstairs...and I stepped in it. My dirty sock is still sitting over in that general direction, but my foot isn't dirty.
*scowls at the world* Yeah, I see you. Thanks.
Over and out. Off to Utah, again.
-Bel/bobo
P.S. Because of the said moving, I may or may not be online Tuesday night/afternoon, though I hope to be...
1. Cat puke on my bed.
2. Trash can in the garage
3. Cat puke right before the stairs
#1 led to me taking the trash out of my lonely upstairs bathroom (can't have cat puke rotting up there, right?) and taking it down to location #2. Where I discovered something I never thought I'd see. Especially so close up.
Open the lid, drop the bag. Notice something...white. And then see that there are more of them. Twitching and circling the underside of the rim.
That's right. Maggots.
Turns out there were even more than I saw. They covered the underside of the lid, circled the rim around the lower part, were sprinkled liberally elsewhere and basically were anywhere they could manage to get. Mom and the neighbor guy were outside talking, so I sort of got somewhat-unshocked and waited for Mom to pause in her conversation. I had planned on being more eloquent, but it didn't really work.
Me: Um, Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Me: Um, I have news...we have maggots.
Granted, it probably was different than that. *curses terrible memory* But she went to deal with it, had me pull out the trash can so we could deal with it, and she sprayed liberal amounts of raid. ...I still don't want to touch that can again.
*shudders*
But as for #3, you ask? Well, I'm leaving for Provo again tomorrow, er...today(?) and that means I need to pack. And see how heavy my bags are. So I asked to borrow Mom's scale. ...and promptly forgot about the puke I'd witness happen. Luckily it was on tile, so it wouldn't stain anything. Of course, Ebony managed to puke right in the doorway to the stairs downstairs...and I stepped in it. My dirty sock is still sitting over in that general direction, but my foot isn't dirty.
*scowls at the world* Yeah, I see you. Thanks.
Over and out. Off to Utah, again.
-Bel/bobo
P.S. Because of the said moving, I may or may not be online Tuesday night/afternoon, though I hope to be...