Sure, coffee is great, but have you ever walked into your kitchen and caught a slight movement out of the corner of your eye and realized that your whole countertop compost bucket is crawling with larvae?
a river of writhing larvae that stretched the length of the garage wall. (We were moving into the place, I don't remember why we were storing garbage in the garage but there was some reason that seemed like a good idea at the time.)
ha, thanks.
I believe I used some wasp spray I had around, or something like that, to kill them all. Something I could shoot at a distance. And then cleaned up while trying not to be sick. The human body responds viscerally to those things.
Texas, movies on the lawn. Bro walks up with foldable chair in a bag. Turns it upside down to shake the chair out and a dozen Texas size cockroaches spill out and run in every direction - people sitting on the ground scream and try to flee. Chaos.
My brain summoned the smell up for you, it's pungent and punches you in the face when you walk in, and the fleeting thought of 'did something die' skitters past before remembering, 'shit, the trash'
