Dog Poo and Maggots

Yesterday was a dog poo and maggots sort of day, literally.  One of the joys of living in a 5th wheel is that we have to haul our own trash.  We have two garbage cans for trash and one for burnables.  Since it is the summertime there is currently a no burn ordinance in effect so more trash ends up in the non burnable cans.  I have been putting off taking out the trash in hopes that my DH would step up and take it, but no such luck. He was at work.  The garbage was getting way too full so I bit the bullet and decided to tackle it on my own.

I headed out and got the first bag out and loaded onto the back of the car.  No problem. The second one was a nightmare.  I attempted to lift the bag out and it starts to rip. So, then I rearranged it and tried again. It tore again.  Then as I was moving the trash to try to get more of the bag out of the can, maggots started falling everywhere.  As I was trying to avoid the maggots that were caused by the fins and guts of the shark and fish DH caught earlier in the week, I stepped in dog poo.  It was gross.  I don't have a dog, but our neighbors do. Suddenly, I hear the mad shrieks of my children inside.

I left the maggots and poo to see what the problem was.  Basically, someone touched someone else and they were mad.  I then told the kids that I was in the midst of a maggot and dog poo problem and could they please stop acting like monkeys for a bit.  I went out again and after dumping half the garbage out and rearranging it again, I still couldn't get the bag out.  So, I then got another garbage bag and emptied the trash out, all while avoiding the maggots.  I finally got it all loaded up, tied down and drove to the dump.

After paying the fee, I headed to my designated spot and pushed the garbage out with my foot.  It gave a satisfactory plop and I came home.

By the time I got home, DH had just gotten home from work.  Figures.