
Originally Posted by
morefutility
As a mother of two, and owner of multiple pets, I would like to consider myself immune to squeamishness. This is not really the case. I have a large trash bin that, due to Indiana winds, had lost its lid sometime last fall. This didn't bother me much in the cold weather, but today I went to bring my trash to the curb, removed the topmost bag, and I could HEAR the maggots. I swear to any and all unnamed gods, they were swarming. I tipped the whole container, and did a dance of disgust I am sure the neighbors will be telling their grandchildren about. Pardon me for loathing the greatest clean-up crew out there, but if a thing doesn't have a spine, or at least an exoskeleton, it totally grosses me out. As an aside, I have recently been leaving my Shepherd pup out at night. Last night I awoke in the early hours, and neglected to shut the bathroom door, or flush the toilet. Woke up to find bits of chewed up urine smelling globs throughout the upstairs hallway. Yuck. So what turns your stomach?
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