Maggots

Just when I thought that my first month of hell on the Island was over...
I moved into my new apartment a week ago and all was going really well. The place a was a bit dirty but I was just spending a little bit of time cleaning every day. It was starting to look really nice.

Then, this morning when I was getting dressed, I went to pick up a pair of yoga capris. I couldn't quite decide which pair to wear so I picked up the whole stack and noticed something under my clothes. It looked like rice. Had the cats stashed something in my clothes?? I went to take a closer look and noticed they were maggots!!!

I took a minute to collect myself. "Breathe," I told myself, "Just get a rag, wipe them up and all will be ok."

All was not ok.

In the half a minute it took me to grab a rag, the number of maggots had dwindled. "Am I crazy?" and then my eyes got wide as I realized... "They move... no... no no no..."

They were about a quarter of an inch, white. Looked like a piece of rice at first. I found the ones that had essentially run away from me. And once those were all taken care of, I checked the rest of my piles. I assumed the pile of shorts next to the capris would be infested as well. I found a couple under there.

I took a breath and was then going to get ready to leave when I decided to just check my other piles on the upper shelf. I picked up a pile and made a small squeal as there was one under there as well.

Its ok, I can deal with this. They are only under all my piles of clothes. Ill just move my piles into my room. No big deal. Wrong...

I looked in between all my clothes and didn't find any but then I decided to shake out my sweatshirt. Two fell out. Thats when I almost threw up and had a panic attack. There are maggots all in my clothes. WHY?!?! Why me... just. why.

Thats when I would have cried four years ago. I feel like Ive had enough life experience to hold it together now. I went crazy, shaking out ALL of my clothes and would feel good after a few would be clean. Then one would fall out of a pair of pants out of nowhere. I would squeal internally and get goosebumps all over my skin.

Now as I write this, Im getting goosebumps too. Gross. Ive never had anything like that before. Nasty, Gross, Disgusting. Blech.

Of course Im not getting a break from this damn Island. Lucky I can deal with shit because if not for Ty and Amber, I probably would have bought a plane ticket out of this place already. This is a time when I can say that annoying phrase:

I can't even...