Martian

So when I went shopping last (about a week and a half ago) potatoes were on sale and I bought three, figuring I could do them up in the microwave and have quick and easy baked potatoes. I threw them in one of the bottom drawers in my kitchen, next to the vegetable oil and a box of ramen and promptly forgot about them.

Until about fifteen minutes ago, anyway. I decided that a package of ramen would make for a tasty late night snack, so I opened the drawer and thought I saw movement. I looked again and there was this little maggot squirming away from the light. Upon closer inspection I discovered that the vegetable oil had leaked (which would've been the initial attraction I reckon) and that someone had beaten me to my potatoes. A lot of someones. A lot of disgusting, squirmy someones.

Needless to say, I promptly pulled the drawer out, dumped all the contents in the trash and sprayed it down with the strongest chemical I could find in the hopes of killing the little buggers. I then donned the rubber gloves, grabbed a roll of paper towels and began scrubbing. The drawer appears to be clean now and is empty. I don't think I'll be putting anything in there for the time being.

The worst part of it all is that I've known that I'd find something like that. I've had fruit flies in my kitchen for the past few days and I keep it clean. I don't leave food out and I do my dishes nightly, so I knew that they'd found a food source somewhere and that sooner or later I was going to find the nest. That doesn't make it any less disgusting though. I think it goes without saying that I lost my appetite completely and I won't be able to go to bed now without worrying about one of the little suckers having somehow managed to get under my glove and be crawling on me.. gah!

I don't know if this is the right forum for this, but it seemed appropriate. Mods, feel free to move as necessary.

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I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said

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