I had a pretty epic gross-out today. I realized that at some point, I dropped what I think was a towel on the way in and out of the house while doing laundry, and it fell behind where the porch door usually opens, so I hadn't noticed it in what must have been quite some time. It definitely appeared to have gotten wet - not surprising, rain blows in the porch, and judging by the smell, I think something (dog? cat? both) must have peed on it.
Due to the condition, I decided I was going to just throw the towel away, and I chose to clean it up by sliding my big industrial-sized metal dust pan under it and just lifting up. I am so glad I did not try to pick it up with my hands! You see, what I apparently had was no longer a towel, but a meal-worm farm. It disintegrated as I tried to shove the dust pan underneath it. It was just a mass of squirming inch-long maggoty things
I would've put the whole mass out for the birds!
I was going to post this anyway, but it fits right in...
We've been having some lovely hot weather here in the UK (for a change). As a result, our kitchen bin has tended to get smelly rather faster than usual. We didn't realise there was a problem until DH changed the bin and then noticed that it still stank horribly.
Our bin is one of the ones that sits inside one of the kitchen cupboards and is attached to the pull-out door. Over the bin is a metal shelf. At some point over the past few weeks, the plastic wrapper for some smoked mackerel had somehow got wedged on top of the shelf, rather than going into the bin. In the interim, it had turned into a maggot breeding ground. When DH took the bin out, there were dozens of the things all over shelf, all over the bottom of the bin, all over the bottom of the cupboard, and spilling out onto the kitchen floor.
Ick, ick, ick. We got a dustpan and brush and DH nobly swept all the little horrors up and started cleaning everything. I then took the dustpan out into the garden and emptied it on the ground in front of our ducks. Ducks like maggots. Ducks really like maggots. Ducks now keep following me round the garden eyeing my feet in the hope that they will suddenly spawn more maggotty goodness for them to hoover up. (To my relief, this has not yet happened.)
Ducks are revolting, really. Almost as bad as maggots.