Maggots are a fucked-up part of life. I remember my first experience with them as a child. In rural Oklahoma I was visiting my great-grandmother’s nursing home; my parents were inside and I played out back. I picked up an old milk carton that had been smashed and lying in the sun, and looked inside. A quarter-pint of writhing maggots filled the bottom. It repulsed me, it was almost traumatic.
I lived with a girl in Fayetteville, Arkansas, once. We had some smashed cans of cat food that we stuck beneath the sink, and in a week, the smell of spoiled meat arose. I investigated to find mature fat maggots swarming in the rot. I told the girl to look away.
During the summer, my cat lives outside, so I feed him out there. He has several different food bowls that I rotate, and once in a while I leave one outside. I commonly find plugs of old cat food filled with maggot colonies. I scatter them in the sun to feed the birds.
Maggots are an inescapable aspect of life’s grotesque underbelly. Wash your hands if you touch them, you can get ringworm, etc. Sometimes I wonder if the world’s ecosystem could stand the extermination of all flies. I think it’s a worthy goal.
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Topic: Yaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!! MAGGOTS!!!! (08-26-03) (Read 4628 times)