Revenge of the Maggots

As if today weren't bad enough, a fly did NOT need to lay eggs in my trash bag. It sat there for not even an entire day. I went to take it out and thousands of maggots just started oozing out of the top of the bag. What right did they have? Obviously their momma put them in the bag because the food was in the bag. Did they need to escape from the bag? Apparently, they did.

So, I was armed at first with Lysol, because in disinfecting my home from the germs my child & husband leave floating around (they're sick), it was all I had at reach. Didn't work. So I bust out the bug spray (odorless, thank you!), and NOTHING. The little assholes just kept crawling and climbing and wiggling... so I beat the heck out of them with the dustpan. Still wiggling. I got two dustpans and starting squee-jee-ing up the goopy mess of maggots, crumbs, bug spray, and lysol. I started hyperventilating, I had let out a few shrieks at this point so Jaime came over to help. I ran out to the laundry room and sat on a hamper to have a good cry. The lid caves in and I fall in the hamper! Think "nerd in a trash can". Yep, it was like that.

So in the end I managed to scoop together the maggots and round em all up. I then sent N upstairs and disinfected the floors with a bleach-water combo.

I'm currently in OCD mode- everything is filthy and must be disinfected. Twice.

Oh, and our garbage cans have a temporary home in the backyard until Jaime is well enough to put their conents into the big can and hose em' down. My day was nothing short of traumatic.