What's a few maggots among friends?

When I went to change the trash this evening, there was a hole in the bag and out came a writhing mass of squirmy little wrigglers. Ben and I squashed a bunch with our shoes and I went out and washed the can with the little trickle that comes from the spigot. The amazing thing was how calmly my roommates responded to this horrible vision. It was like, "There's maggots in the house, did you catch the game?" Personally, I think I'm going to have nightmares about Ramsey's hair wriggling out of the trash can and squirming all over the floor.