Stop reading if you are squeamish.
This morning, I cleaned out a nest (?) of maggots surrounding the trash can in the garage. I swept them outside, sprayed all kinds of insecticides on them, and then thought I had taken care of the problem. Until I lifted up a pile of old t-shirts that Bryan had been using to clean his motorcycle and found them teeming with those nasty, grubby little things.
So I held onto the shirts by touching as little surface area as I could while I ran to the end of the driveway to stuff them into the trash can (thank goodness it is trash day today!!), and then I had to go back and sweep up all the guys that fell off on my way out there and poison them, too.
And if that wasn't disgusting enough...
When I came back inside, I found Gavin on the porch, sans diaper, in the midst of "unloading" onto the astroturf (hence, the Redneck Patio). I immediately holler, "Ack! Gavin! Poopy in the potty!!!" and he looks up at me with that (literally) "Oh, crap!" face, and takes a step backwards...yup. Into the poop. Then he runs circles around the patio because now my chasing him with the pack of wipes is a game, and in the meantime drops deposits in his wake.
I'm not making this up.
So that is how it came to be 7:45AM and I have already disinfected my garage and my patio.
Oh, and did I mention that Chase started on Augmenten yesterday? We all know what that means...