First Installment:
I awoke the other morning and found half of a June bug on the floor. I was perplexed as to where the other half lurked. Shrugging, I ditched it's dismembered corpse into the trash and went about my day.
Later in the afternoon, I noticed that my toddler kept gagging and coughing. That's usually a tip off that he didn't chew his food properly. As usual, I stuck a probing finger into his mouth in order to fish out the cracker or whatever. Nothing. Wait. I felt a small bit in his mouth. So, I proceeded to get it out. Upon inspection of the tiny grain on my finger, I gasped in horror. It was about 1/16 of the 1/2 of the MIA June bug body. Sick. A thought did cross my mind, though. Bugs are a great source of protein. . . . Too gross.
Second Installment:
I use cloth diapers. I have been using them for over a year. We have a diaper pail that we keep in the laundry room. It has a lid. So, there's the set up. I went to wash my diapers as usual. However, the lid was missing. Hmmm. I started the water and dumped the contents of the pail in the wash machine. (@$#(@*&(#!!!!! MAGGOTS!!! Oh J, M, & J! Panic. Absolute panic. I was not about to remove maggot-covered diapers from the machine. My throat tightened. My stomach churned. My eyes welled up with tears. My first thought was to set fire to them. No, not a good idea. I searched the web, hoping that some other person had some hints. There, surprisingly, were others with my same dilemma. However, none offered a solution. So, I washed. I washed and washed and washed and washed. Hot water, cold water, warm water. All day, I washed those diapers. The next morning, I washed them again. I covered my hands with plastic bags and gathered the diapers up to hang them outside. There was not a single maggot. Not a one, not even in the washing machine. Whew. I blasted them in the dryer, just in case. Now, some of my diapers have taken a serious beating, but no worse for the wear. My end thought was that the medical community has been using maggots to eat dead tissue in wounds for quite some time. The nasty little guys will only eat rotten things and leave the healthy tissue. Eventually, they will turn into flies and fly away. Still, so gross. . . .