Oh, boy! Elf was so excited about the new pet he was getting! There was much stimming, jumping, and all over shaking. Gleeful little shouts were ringing through the air. "Oh, I just can't wait to have my very own pet maggot!" Elf enthused.
Yes! You read that correctly.
YES! Mom is going to let him keep it.
YES! In the kitchen.
YES! She went and got the pet herself. She's crazy! But it was free, you know.
There were hundreds of them crawling about in the bottom of the trash can after collection time. D "innocently" asked her to bring in the cans, and that's when she saw it.
YES, I was about to puke. But yes, I called my boys out to check out what maggots really look like. There's something different about seeing their wriggly awfulness up close, rather than just reading about them in a book. And I couldn't believe Elf convinced me to let him keep one. As a pet. Do you know how "fun" it is to reach your arm way, way down in there to "collect" a maggot in the super bug observatory?
Ah, but Elf was having SO much fun watching this thing wriggle about on our window shelf. Those things are super-fast, which you would hardly expect. Thankfully, it was safe in the bug observatory lab and I went off to go about the (yewh) task of rinsing out the wriggly garbage cans before putting them in the garage again. D is laughing his head off that he is getting out of this task. Oh, and even more fun for him? Sneaking up behind me occasionally and scaring me with "maggot touch" to freak me out. Yeah, *that* was fun.
So off I go to rinse these wretched garbage cans. D comes out with the bug observatory. LOOK how the maggot can wriggle through the air hole! Here ya go, and he hands it to me. With the jumpy-quick maggot wriggling near my hand.
I'm screaming my head off, rinsing things with the hose and nearly puking all at the same time. I'm sure the neighbours heard and saw my weirdness but know better (by now) than to ask. Not that I would be able to explain that the commotion was about our pet maggot.
NO, I didn't get any pictures.