Goddamnit, I know for a FACT that i have a story that blows your stories out of the fucking water.
But remembering it hurts my brain, it was too terrible.
Oh, what the hell.
This story doesn't involve ants, if you enjoy the contents of your stomach staying in your stomach then i suggest to stop reading now.
My house was besieged by this freak cloud of flies for some time in the middle of summer. The flies were aggravating at best, and insanity inducing at worst. They'd touch and crawl on me every couple of seconds, it felt as though some horrible person was poking me every couple of seconds. The assholes were healthy too, they moved far too fast for my hand or even alot of flyswatters to catch.
Thats not the bad thing though. the bad thing is that i have a particularly old trash bin in my house, it has a hole in the bottom, and... i don't know what the hell happened, i don't want to know, but at one point, my kitchen floor was covered... in maggots.
every single fucking nook, maggots, they were crawling everywhere their little fat bodies could carry them. Unfortunately, i'm the fucking man of the house so it fell on me to get rid of them. This is by far the worst job of my life. The bug spray ran out fast, and so i resorted to stomping on them with a stray piece of cardboard. Every single stomp. POP POP POP! the popping of their bodies is far louder and more disgusting than anything, it made me want to throw up just hearing it.
Their numbers didn't stop at the kitchen, their was some POPPING coming from under the nearby frontroom carpet, and upon peeling up the carpet, their were many maggots their too. Using the fucking broom to brush them over to the linoleum for easy disposal, i don't know, one of them POPPED for some reason, and it's disgusting body juice flew the 5 feet 9 inches upward and hit my fucking FACE! Nothing to date has ever happened to me that has been more disgusting.
Properly disposing of all those little fuckers was a pain in the ass that i hope never fucking happens again.
Ok guys, BEAT THAT!