Redeeming creation one byte at a time
Peaknuckle on your snout
I was taking out the garbage this morning that was particularly large due to a massive cleanup home improvement job that we had this last week. Earlier, though, we left the garage door open overnight and and an animal happened their way into our garage and dug into a bag and went to town. Well, we thought we fixed it until today when I was taking out the garbage and found around a 1000 or so maggots hanging out in and around a bag.
Oh my. I think it’s going to be a couple of days before I get over that one. Brushing them into a dustpan and disposing of them in the yard was the most disgusting thing I’ve done in quite a long time…
At least until Melissa read on the Internet about how to get rid of them and found an article about how to clean them from an open wound.
Mmmmmm….I feel like spaghetti tonight.
Oh . . . that’s nasty. I still remember my first encounter with maggots. They burrow into your brain, I guess.
I’ve tagged you over at http://www.loud-time.com. Seven songs you’re listening to these days. Maybe Slipknot’s “The Pulse of the Maggots” would make your list, hmm?
I have read how certain maggots are used medically to debride necrotic flesh from burns and wounds. They act like little surgeons. Medical supply companies apparently grow bacteriologically sterile ones for the purpose.
And that is all the maggot-thinking I care to do today.