This morning, as usual on trash day, I took the trash cans out to the curb.
To my surprise and disgust I found several dozen maggots squirming around where the cans were.
I hate maggots.
Really hate maggots.
I'd eat a bowl of spiders before touching a maggot.
Anyway...
The trash cans are plastic, Rubbermade, about 7 years old.
I presumed that the reason the wrigley little b-stards were on the floor was the combination of holes in the bottom of the cans in combination with the scraps from the chicken we had earlier in the week.
Not so fast. Not the root cause. Lets dig deeper.
The ensuing conversation:
Me: Honey, we had maggots in the garage. I cleaned 'em up but I'm gonna stop after work and get some new cans.
Girlfriend: OK. I've looked for just the covers but no one sells those alone. The ones out there don't fit tight any more.
Me: I don't think it's the covers. The flies are gonna get in there any way 'cause you know the kids will still leave the covers off. I think the problem is the holes in the bottoms of the cans.
Why are there holes in the cans?
From dragging them on the driveway.
OK, make sure to get the ones with wheels,
Yup. (swowley I turn towards the doow)
Don't the cans we have now have wheels?
Yup.
Why are you dragging them?
Just happens sometimes.
So the maggots were there because of the holes?
Yup.
And the holes are there because you drag the cans?
Yup.
Maybe you shouldn't drag them.
Yup.
Problem: Maggots in garage.
Solution: Shoot me in the head.