Really. There is apparently a dead mongoose or something up in the ceiling and since yesterday, maggots have been falling onto the floor from gaps in the poorly built house I live in. There is also a family of very live, very angry mongooses (mongeese) keeping workmen from finding and removing their fallen brother. It’s not like I can call animal countrol to do something about it, so I just sit in my office, posting on the SDMB and waiting for updates from the front.
That is so fucking revolting that I am apt to spew.
I think this is the MOST disgusting post I have ever read on the SDMB…s’cuse me whilst I go chunder somewhere, OK?
:o
The last house I was living in someone (probably me) neglected to replace a board to block off the crawl space under the house. Some animal crawled in there and died. There was a Stephen King type infestation of flies in our bathroom. Every morning, there were a mysterious 20 flies in the bathroom. I’m the sloppiest person on the planet, but it completely freaked me out. I was told that you could toss a bunch of mothballs down there and it would force the hell flies out and away.
This could turn out to be a very revolting and yet very interesting thread if others have stories like ours.
Oh, yeah! I had a similar outbreak a couple years ago. It was fall and I’d scattered some snaptraps to deal with the influx of mice that comes with the change in weather. One night, one of my mousetraps disappeared. I guessed it had caught a mouse by the leg and failed to kill it; it happens occasionally, but the dragging noise usually wakes me up and I go finish off the victim. Anyway, I got home just before midnight one Saturday a week or two later and found a swarm of big, ugly flies in the kitchen. Luckily, these were dumber and slower than the normal housefly. It took about 45 minutes, but I got all of them; I quit counting when I got to 30 flies. As I was cleaning up, it occurred to me that the cumulative body mass of the flies was similar to the body mass of a mouse. Aha, some mama fly had found the mouse I couldn’t find, and had converted it’s body into flies. A few stragglers appeared daily for a few days, but I killed them too. Obviously, there had to have been a creepy, writhing mass of maggots going on underneath the house somewhere, but I didn’t actually witness that part.
And here I thought that the worst thing ever was the large dangling spider I noticed right before it landed on my head.
My screams at that point were nothing compared to the thought of maggots landing in my hair.
This is a nightmare, right??
First off - ewww. You’ve got my sympathy, madmonk28. I hope they can remove the deceased, soon.
Of course, this being the Dope, I have one more thing to say: Cite?!?
I’ll be in my flame-proof bunker, if anyone comes asking for me.
I wish I could have a mongoose. I’ve wanted one for years but they’re illegal to import into the continental U.S. Please bring me a mongoose. If you do this I will not reveal the source.
Got it! At least some of it, we’ll see if that fixes the problems. It’s still better than Iraq.
I’ve posted about this before but can’t find the thread to link to:
I moved into a new house down in FL. Next to the back door was a large closet which contained the water heater and a bunch of shelving. “Perfect place for the dog food!”, thought I.
Some of you sitting at home may already be screaming, “No don’t do it!” but I’m from Minnesota; how was I supposed to know?
Nine or 10 hours later I came home from watch, stuck my hand in the bag to grab the scoop, and roaches EXPLODED out of the bag. Thousands of them. Not those cute little German cockroaches, either - no, we’re talking those 2-3 inch Florida bastards. Up my arm, down my body, UP MY PANTS LEG!!! The sound of those little fuckers skittering across the concrete lanai was a horror movie soundtrack. The only thing that saved me from actually going out of my mind was that the Navy working jacket has elasticized sleeves, else I’d be typing this from a rubber room.
GAH.
You might want to specify that you want a LIVE mongoose, not a glob of ex-mongoose with little wriggly passengers.
I sense inspiration for a new movie: Rikki-Tikki-Tavi 2: The Cobra Strikes Back.
Gah? No sir, Gah does not cover this. This is slightly more along the lines of “BAHFUCKOHSHITGODNOAAAHHAAAHELPSETMEONFIREDOITDOITDOITNOWOHMOTHERFUCKHELPMEGAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
I had an outbreak of flies a month or so ago. I figured a rat got up in my ceiling and died. I did some research and discovered that the life cycle of the fly and the death cycle of the corpse usually last 2 weeks tops (providing it’s a small corpse). Because after the first wave of flies, the corpse is usually too dried out for the next generation of flies to lay their eggs in so they move on to something else.
By the way, Chique wins the thread. Pardon me while I sit in the corner, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth.
I’ll need to decline your very kind invitation to dinner - I’ll be…um…re-reading my library that night.
Don’t like roaches? Then I guess you wouldn’t want me to tell you about being covered with roach bites when I was a kid. Sometimes when I’d wake up at night, they’d be all over me. I was one of those kids that get bit more than anyone else…chiggers, mosquito bites, you name it. But roaches really had it in for me. It went on for years. I hate roaches. When we visited relatives in Houston, the Houston roaches would get me. Not as big as those Florida roaches chique had, but pretty big and in large numbers. I hate roaches. Roaches and ticks are the only things I’ll kill anytime I see them, inside or outside. Ticks I just dislike. But I hate roaches.
Heh. You’re lucky they didn’t fly. You do know they fly, right? They just don’t fly very well or very predictably.
After a roach infestation as a kid I have learned that boric acid is my friend.
I was about 10 or 11 and one day there were no roaches, the next day there were millions. We tried everything to get rid of them, nothing worked. Finally my folks tried the Roach Proof (basically boric acid) and that did the trick. Now whenever I move into a new house I treat inside all the walls and behind all baseboards before moving our stuff in, better safe than sorry.
Ok, not as gross or dramatic as the OP, but how can I possibly compete with falling maggots and a decomposing mongoose? Wait, I know…
In high school in the '80s I worked at McD’s. In the sink room, next to the sink there was a file mounted on a square steel tube that we used to sharpen the grill scraper (yes, this was back when we had grill scrapers and grills and spatulas, not like the cute little clamshell things they cook burgers with today). One day I was cleaning the sink room and noticed a huge grease buildup under the tube the file was on. I found a screwdriver and removed the tube. What I found was a strip of grease about an inch and a half wide, about 13 inches long and about a half an inch thick. The entire strip was crawling with maggots, it looked like something Tim Burton would have made with his PlayDoh hair extruder with waxy white PlayDoh. I bleached the bastards back to the stone age and rinsed them down the sink. Then went back to flipping burgers like nothing ever happened.
Maggots do disgust me, but mice and roaches are bleh. Growing up I lived in housing with mice and lots of roaches. It was not uncommon to see a mouse just dart across the floor as we all sat in front of the TV. Sometimes we would try to nail the little bastard with a slipper, but they’re too fast for that. Oh, did I mention that I probably had the most original excuse note to my teacher that my dad wrote for me: “Please excuse my son for not turning in his homework because the mouse ate it.” As to roaches, we all had to think twice about going to the bathroom in the middle of the night! If we do had to go, we would reach inside the room to flick on the lights, count to 10 to let the little critters scatter to their hiding places, then enter. Otherwise, it can be a pretty overwhelming sight to the squeamish. Taking a bath also meant sharing your bathwater with a roach or two. No big deal. We got used to it.
HA!
You oughtta see what the SDMB can do with pus.