I. Hate. Maggots. I have this phobia of them. Can't be near them without anxiety attacks ensuing. We had a really bad summer as a kid where they got into EVERYTHING and since then I just can't stand them. When we were still at the many-keys house we had a few incidents and I had to call Bran home from work as I hyperventilated on the bed. Today, thankfully, they were just in a fly trap i've had set up for a few days. But the thought that I may wake up to the evil little things wiggling around on the floor has me in a slight panic. Really just wigs me out. Bah.
In other news, I haven't done much today. I need to get some prescriptions filled tomorrow. Aren't I interesting.
Maggots...and clowns. I hate clowns too.