Don't say I didn't warn you!!! I am pretty sure if I had normal filters I would not be telling you this. But as you should know by now, I don't have proper filters, never did, much to my Mother's chagrin and not for her lack trying to get them into me. Didn't work.
Yesterday morning, very very early, like six, I got up. I couldn't sleep, my room was too hot and I remembered I had taken a bag of buns out of the freezer out on the deck and not brought them in. Because there is the possibility of vermin being about, I got up and went out the sliding door on the deck to get them.
As I stepped out onto the door mat, I screeched to a stop. There was rice spilled all over the deck. It is a huge deck and there literally was white rice covering every inch of it. Then I noticed the most horrific thing. The rice was moving. It was ALL moving!!!!! Upon closer observance it was maggots....millions and millions and millions of maggots. How? From where? OMG!!! I know I am the queen of giant impossible messes but this was beyond even my experience. Then I noticed where they were probably coming from.
We compost in this town. I collect big amounts of paper bags, shopping paper bags. And I fill one every two to three days. The other evening there was one in the kitchen with salmon entrails and head in it. It was smelling and I was in my pjs and it was super late. So I popped it out onto the deck. I put it over quite a ways away from the door, balanced on the arm of an Adirondack chair. And promptly completely forgot about it, until yesterday. Clearly the flies had gotten to it and done their nasty business. How could they make that many babies all at once!!!!!????
I grabbed a garbage bag, broom and dust pan and out I went and started to sweep and make little piles ready for scooping. I had made about five of them when I glance back and the damned piles were on the move, rapidly! Those piles had basically disappeared. Those little suckers can move!!!!
As I was revamping my plan of attack I hear 'Howdoodlydoo their neighbour!" What?!! And there was fricken Harry, standing on his deck next door, cup of coffee in hand. "You are up early!" he yells. Jeeeeeeezlyweezly!!! There I am, again, in my ugly awful skivvies, hair straight up on my head, no teeth, and definitely NOT in the mood to chit chat with the talky talk neighbour. He is a lovely man and all, but not at six in the morning when stinking maggots are faster than me.
So I swept and scooped, swept and scooped and swept and scooped til my back was screaming. I pretty much got all of them. I tied the garbage bag as tight as possible and into the garbage wheely outside. Jeez! What a way to wake up.
Later I took a look through the door to double check that there weren't a million that had snuck back. But there was something new on the deck. There were a ton of little starlings hopping around. What the heck? They were eating the escapees!!!!! Cleaned the deck up right nicely!
A little later, in my comfy chair, feet up, sipping a hot coffee, I was reflecting on what a dilemma it would have been if I weren't the unfreakable type of person. What if I was freaked out and couldn't go near them? I know people like that. Maggots, even the word, creates a very gross response. We would have been in serious trouble if I had not found them so early and if I was one of those people that couldn't handle it. You know I have always hated composting.
As I sit here now I see yesterdays hibiscus flower is no longer there and from the start of typing this, that big bud visibly started to seriously open up. I can see it moving. I am going to so love this thing. I remember I loved Bill's that Kathy gave him. It's a magic gift from nature.
Just a wee word on Smudge. I do miss Gladys but I gotta say Smudge is a total dream car to drive. Yesterday afternoon I had to run up to Walmart and then we, Ange and I, were going to run out to Theshat, the native store and gas station, for Cherry Dr. Pepper (it isn't Mountain Dew like I said) and cream soda. We bought three each and by golly if it isn't the best damned pop we have ever drunk! And the drive was dreamy! No running over curbs, no turning corners and entering the oncoming traffic lane, no blind spots where I almost kill us and no white knuckle driving keeping her from heading for the rhubarb. And it is super comfy.
Well I best get the day started. I need to flatten boxes, put away a ton of stuff in the guest room (my temporary storage..shovel list) til I find somewhere to put it, and then of course there is always laundry to fill in the gaps.
Have a wonderful day and TTYL
'Maggots from meat,' quoted John, 'weevils from rye, dragons from stars in an empty sky.' Barbara Hambly
A PAINTING BY APRIL....THE BACKSIDE OF FRONT STREET IN LAHAINA....BURNED AND GONE FOREVER.
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