Twelve hours and two flights and we're finally home. Of course we were worried about what we'd find, because if you remember there was no power when we left, BECAUSE OF THE TORNADO.
We'd cleared out the fridge before we left because we had no idea when the power would be back. Usually, I like to clean the house thoroughly before I go on a trip. You don't want to come back home to dirt when you've lived in splendor for a week. (More later on the splendor.) But Gary insisted that we NOT clean, because we should focus on packing, and then the tornado arrived and fouled everything up. We got as far as running the dishwasher.
The house smelled musty: that was about it.
Well, until I repositioned an oven mitt on the counter and found an oven-mitt shaped ...
You'd think I would scream, but no, I can report that maggots make we whimper and point, and that makes Gary scream. (To quote: "WHAT IS IT WHAT IS IT I'M NOT COMING OVER THERE UNTIL I KNOW WHAT IT IS.")
There was another maggot on the kitchen sponge. The sponge and both oven mitts are in the trash bin now. Another maggot came up out of the foul-smelling drain, so we drowned him in bleach.
We don't usually have maggots.
What we finally decided was that the dishwasher cycle was interrupted early in by the power failure, so the dishwasher turned into a steamy slow cooker of food residue. Of course, I don't know how the flies got in there, but they laid eggs and then the maggots came through the garbage disposer and drain and nestled in the evidently damp oven mitt and kitchen sponge.
Or, perhaps God has visited us with pestitlence because the tornado didn't get us.