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June 10, 2013


Amy in StL

I'm never going on vacation again. That's disturbing.


We have a maggot farm on the deck. They breed in our compost bucket. The lovely gold dust geckos live on them, and we have quite a colony of themn ow.
And we have cockroaches. And termites. And several species of ants. And fleas. And mosquitoes.
And frogs that shriek all night.
But nothing overbreeds. It's kind of a balance of terror, and we can deal with it.


Amy in StL - I've never had this happen before. And you can avoid it by not being struck by a tornado right before you leave for vacation.
Hattie - There you go! Everybody has maggots. Now that the baby birds are right outside the back window with their little beaks pointed to the sky I wish I had those maggots to feed them.


Probably the most disgusting thing that ever happened to me occurred when I was about 10 years old. I bought a candy bar out of a vending machine. I took a bite, felt something moving in my mouth, spit it out, and yes: maggots! I could puke right now.


Gina- that is the worst maggot story ever! I came close when I was in college with a pop tart from the quad store. The maggot crawled out through a Pop Tart hole after I took a teeny bite in the crust. Gary hears these stories and assumes maggot eggs are in everything, which I guess is somewhat true.

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