Disgusted

So, like I said, I went to take a jog, and when I got back, I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

So I grab a glass, one of the little ones that Ty uses to drink his milk with ice that he always has, and fill it up. And as I'm thinking about this, I happen to glimpse over towards the stove/garbage can/scratching post area, where something has caught my eye.

On first glance, I think to myself, "ah, Dave cooked dinner last night and used his tempura flakes, probably made shrimp or something." But then I think, "God, that's pretty messy of him to get that stuff all over the place, maybe the stuff went bad and he had to throw it all out, and got it everywhere pouring it out." But then I think, "man, that stuff is everywhere."

So I put it out of my mind while I enjoy my glass of not really satisfying, tepid tapwater, but then the thought creeps back into my head again, and I glance over again over the rim of the glass to reinspect whatever all those tiny little white pieces of something are, and the fleeting thought skitters through my mind, "God I hope those aren't moving."

But they were. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of tiny somethings moving.
Larva.

I'm not the wretching type, but that moment would have been a good time to start. But instead, the calm rage that gets me through crisis took over and I set about disposing of the garbage, fucking maggots and all, crawling on my hands as I tie off the bag and haul it to the garbage area to sit next to a bag of kitty litter. I placed the garbage can and this random bucket we have under the table we keep our rice cooker on into the shower, and sprayed them and the whole kitchen area with bleach, took a deep breath (in my room, so as to avoid inhaling the reeking bleach-inundated kitchen and shower) and cleaned.

The thing of it is I don't produce food waste. I mean, as much as the guys tease me about always buying my dinners, and not really cooking all that much, well, I do actually cook, but I never produce waste. Ty on the other hand produces 90% of the food waste in the house, and so my blame-seeking mechanism has set its sights on him. I know, however, that, however much I might wanna blame him it's really just shit luck, and bad form on all of our part not really adapting to this climate. So, we're gonna need a new system for disposing of our food waste such that this never happens again.

The funny thing though is that just two days ago I was in a lesson and I talked with three women for like 20 minutes, I did a whole lesson, on giving me advice about how to get rid of all the damn fruit flies that live in the kitchen.