Maggots.  Even typing that word makes me uneasy.  It all started when I was a young boy in Indiana (insert cheesy dream sequence music)……….

Growing up in Indiana, it would get humid in the summertime.  My parents had three plastic trash cans outside and as part of my chores, I would have to bring them up every Thursday.  One day, I forgot to do it.  And as you could guess, I wouldn’t get my allowance if I didn’t go get them.  Unluckily for me, it was dark out by the time I went to collect the trash cans.  A generous 90% humidity was in the air…..it had rained earlier in the day…..and there was a minor stench from the rain water under my nose.  I ran outside, got to the trash can destination, and gripped my hand around the handle pulling it up to the side of the house.  But, something felt…..wrong.  As I kept going, I felt almost a tickling feeling on my hand.  Then almost an uncomfortable itching feeling accompanied that.  I had to stop my trek up to the house and turn around and see what was going on.  And guess what?  Oh, you probably already guessed.  MAGGOTS WERE CRAWLING ON MY HAND!  I shook them off, nearly peeing my pants as I did.  The trash can lid fell off in the process and inside were literally hundreds of maggots clinging to the sides and bottom.  I ran back in the house and said “Keep your fucking allowance this week!” and bolted to my room and hid under my covers.  Ok, I didn’t really say that – but I thought it.  My Dad, always the hero, took care of the trash cans and I was traumatized for the rest of my life.

So there you have it.  That’s why I hate maggots.  Well, that and the chicken scene in Poltergeist.  And the raining maggot scene in Suspiria.  Oh, and not to be outdone – this legendary flying maggot scene from City Of The Living Dead.  Fuck you, maggots!