Living in South Carolina has opened the door to so many new things; new people, new experiences and new bugs. We’ve had the occasional cockroach, excuse me Palmetto bug. We’ve been drivn mad by drain flies, but I have now reached the breaking point. After having a wonderful dinner this one super big, super annoying fly came and was up in everyone’s business. Flies are no big deal to us (except those super creepy pure black horse flies, *shiver*) but everyone was complaining so I put on my big girl pants grabbed a book and went to smack the fly. I smacked that fly off the ceiling and onto the floor and smacked it once more for added effect. I flip the book over to wipe the thing off when I noticed something. bursting out of the fly’s thorax was millions of disgusting maggots squirming and writhing with pain at their sudden birth. I was frozen to the spot. “What is it?” my dad asked. I slowly reached out to give him the book. “Oh, now that’s just nasty, go get some toilet paper and flush that thing down the toilet.” he said. I looked at him shocked. “Gross, no way you do it. You’re the dad.” I looked at him indignantly. “I don’t know what that has to do with anything, but fine.” he murmured. The kitchen was suddenly humming with excitement. “Ew gross I heard you killed some fly and it had babies.” Lawna shrieked with delight. “Uh yeah, ew.” I said squirting giant globes of aloe hand sanitizer into paper towels, to sterilize the crime scene so no dna prints could be traced back to me, I just killed a fly in warm blood you see (why do they call it cold blood any way. I am not cold blooded.). After my millionth time wiping the spot on the floor where the fly was and the book and listening to J tell me that I shouldn’t kill anymore flies because they were all obviously pregnant and me telling her that this doesn’t really happen that often, I felt that the kitchen was safe to be in again. As I was walking away I could feel the little maggots crawling on my skin. All I really wanted to do was jump in a bath of bleach. A good scrub down with sanitizer would have to suffice though. I think that that bug interaction may have scared me because two days later when in the peak of my REM sleep I had a very interesting dream.
I was sitting in a car with a bunch of people I didn’t know. We were back in Fairbanks Alaska and were stationed in front of my mom’s mint green house. All of a sudden I see an all white missile space ship thing head right towards us. It breaks through the windshield and in the back was an astronaut. We helped him out of the car and he started to eat all of our food, my mom was having like a pot luck thing or something like that. (I don’t know if you seen Zathura but if you have it was kind of like that where he was eating all of our food.) So all of a sudden all these giant maggot fall from the sky and are attacking people and the astronaut doesn’t know what to do and one of them chases me into my house and I kill it by slamming the door on it’s head. When I look outside I see all the maggots join together in like a fast moving ball and they lay gross eggs. And then I woke up.
I mean I am not scared of bugs really, they just make me uncomfortable. And that maggot interaction really didn’t help.