tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post7405239785179476298..comments2023-10-25T06:29:05.472-05:00Comments on Autumn Asks Why: A Box Full of Maggotsautumnesfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04519475352289814754noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post-6593991200253399992012-10-02T07:17:01.027-05:002012-10-02T07:17:01.027-05:00Mon Cherie!!! That is the best ever story!!! I thi...Mon Cherie!!! That is the best ever story!!! I think I know the type of snail and shell you are talking about so I can well imagine the stink!! Haha!autumnesfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04519475352289814754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post-46068118101905003762012-10-01T20:43:26.301-05:002012-10-01T20:43:26.301-05:00Oops, forgot to mention that where the exterminato...Oops, forgot to mention that where the exterminator found the can, it was wedged between between a little hole in the wall-something had dragged that can there, from under the steps where I had put them.Mon_Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981589287045248517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post-67368539748202157482012-10-01T20:31:34.339-05:002012-10-01T20:31:34.339-05:00Let me tell you a story about a lil girl that went...Let me tell you a story about a lil girl that went to a lake & gathering shells. Well, the shells had snails in them. No problem, I would just fill the coffee can I had, and then I came back the following weekend, they would have died and I would have my shells.<br />I wanted to make a wreath of something for my aunt's mom. She was the one that had the lakehouse and let me come there all the time. I lived with my aunt while my parents were going thru a nasty divorce...we went to the lake every weekend.<br />I put my filled coffee can under the steps at the lakehouse.<br />Well, long story short, my Dad was playing nasty and suddenly weekends were his.<br />I didn't go to the lakehouse for almost the whole summer.<br />Meantime, at the lakehouse...<br />everyone was going crazy from this horrible stench coming from SOMEwhere-unlike anything they've smelled there.<br />It ended up where they had to call an exterminator thinking something died in the walls. All the saw when they looked under the house was an old coffee can (yes, I know you are "getting it" perhaps squirming a bit).<br />After looking in the walls, and finding nothing, the exterminator was baffled. He went under the house again, thinking maybe an animal buried something.<br />This time, he picked up the coffee can and just about puking, came out from under the house where even the neighbors had gathered by now.<br />It. was. my. can. of. seashells ala maggoty snails.<br />Needeless to say, I wasn't allowed back to that house for years.<br />When I did go back, this time, newly married- I brought Nanny a beautfil handmade seashell wreath sans the snails!<br />*As kids we do have good intentions LOL<br />Mon_Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14981589287045248517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post-13674203616982975012012-09-25T06:45:36.267-05:002012-09-25T06:45:36.267-05:00Oh yuck!
I take my own trash to the dump (rather...Oh yuck! <br /> I take my own trash to the dump (rather then pay for pick-up. That's how cheap I am, plus nobody here offers recycling, and I am an extreme recycler). So, if I don't take every week, I have the potential of having the joy of finding maggots. In the big trashcan, outside, when I am dumping it at the dump. But still, I have to pick up the can and put it into my truck. Blehhh <br /> I do my very best to go every week. Even if the can isn't full! Andysbethyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04005340108039880872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631126949164443203.post-66683376027475854212012-09-24T11:10:53.040-05:002012-09-24T11:10:53.040-05:00OH NO!!!!! I wonder what I did with that box of ac...OH NO!!!!! I wonder what I did with that box of acorns I gathered last year. Guess I better go hunting. UGH.Peggihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510899506984653485noreply@blogger.com