Maggot Mary
March 3rd 2008 21:00
My sister once lived in share accommodation. Like anyone else who has ever lived with another person, she was subject to other people’s hygiene, some flatmates being more hygienic than others. One flatmate, who I nicknamed Maggot Mary, certainly wasn’t the cleanest person around.
My sister is still not sure what started Mary’s maggot breeding program. My sister has this weird habit of looking up at the ceiling wherever she goes and one night she noticed small maggots crawling up the wall. My sister, who doesn’t share my fear of maggots, decided to investigate where they were coming from. She opened up the pantry but could see no rotting food. Further investigation led to her discovery of some old bottles of God-knows-what kept right on the top shelf, well out of my sister’s reach. Each flatmate was allocated a pantry shelf. The top shelf was Maggot Mary’s. My sister tried to talk to Mary many times about cleaning out her part of the pantry but Mary never did. Eventually the kitchen ceiling ended up dotted with dead maggots, which had turned black. “How can anyone live like this?” asked a colleague when I told him about it. Exactly my sentiments.
Luckily enough, my sister moved a few months later and I can now report she happily lives in a maggot-free unit.
My sister is still not sure what started Mary’s maggot breeding program. My sister has this weird habit of looking up at the ceiling wherever she goes and one night she noticed small maggots crawling up the wall. My sister, who doesn’t share my fear of maggots, decided to investigate where they were coming from. She opened up the pantry but could see no rotting food. Further investigation led to her discovery of some old bottles of God-knows-what kept right on the top shelf, well out of my sister’s reach. Each flatmate was allocated a pantry shelf. The top shelf was Maggot Mary’s. My sister tried to talk to Mary many times about cleaning out her part of the pantry but Mary never did. Eventually the kitchen ceiling ended up dotted with dead maggots, which had turned black. “How can anyone live like this?” asked a colleague when I told him about it. Exactly my sentiments.
Luckily enough, my sister moved a few months later and I can now report she happily lives in a maggot-free unit.
Photo by Tarquin. Used in accordance with the terms of Wikimedia Commons’ GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts.
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