aside: [i think at some point i need to come up with a cheerier look for this blog. somehow roz' rantings and "angry posts" are much lovelier juxtaposed with a bright and colourful backdrop ... mine are just sort of depressing ...]

last night tim and i returned from a great weekend in st. moritz. it was our friend manu’s birthday (30!)  and his wife and friends has organized a surprise weekend getaway. we left early on friday afternoon with a plan to take a bazillion mountain passes there on the long way ’round, but only ended up doing one. it was later than expected and we didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

the weekend was full of german and sausage and hiking and time in the sun. it absolutely poured with rain on saturday evening – about 30 mins after everyone was safely tucked away in their rooms from hiking. hallelujah! the hotel gave a lot of grief to delia over stupid things: like rearranging our advance dinner booking 4 days prior to accommodate a wedding (as in, we were kicked out of our previously reserved dining room and squeezed into the regular hotel dining room – which meant other guests couldn’t eat dinner when they wanted as there weren’t enough seats!); to charging for parking (an open-air gravel pit); to not informing that the wine and champers they so enthusiastically offered up was not included in the price … ay carumba!

but in the end we all had a lot of fun and nobody got hurt – which is awesome

so naturally on the way home on sunday tim wanted to go through italy and do all those passes we neglected on friday. it was great. beautiful scenery. a bit long for our butts, but very nice indeed.

which is why, when we got home, it was so crummy that this happened:

maggots.

in my garbage can. in my kitchen. suddenly all over my floor.

i was casually going to put something in the garbage. i lifted off the lid (thank the LORD it is a sealing lid!) and out tumbled dozens and dozens. i screamed, threw the lid (which i regretted later) and ran into the next room. of course tim looked at me like, “what do you want me to do about it?” in the mere 90 seconds it took for us to get our act together to go in, they had reached all corners of the kitchen …

did you know they make a popping sound when you squish them?

it is, of course, my fault. i left the bag in the can when going away for the weekend, having dumped a (wrapped up, but not enough i guess) chicken carcass in there, after noticing that there was a fly or two in the kitchen when tossing it (actually, that’s why i didn’t keep it – because i thought of maggots … DUH!).

i cursed my kitchen floor, which is a wonderful greenish/whiteish pebbly linoleum pattern that hides messes well, but also apparently camoflauges maggots. i had to toss the rag rug i’ve had for 10 years as that is what the lid landed on and it was just covered …

so, 3 garbage bags later and we are m-free. not a pleasant way to end the day.

Tags: 2010, maggots
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