When I was a kid, my mother tried to protect me from everything. She was crazy protective. She was always on the lookout when I was watching TV to make sure I wasn’t watching anything questionable. One night when I was little I found a VHS tape called “The Lost Boys” sitting on the counter. I put it in and sat down to watch it. It was scary as hell. Granted I was like 6, but one particular scene still haunts me today. There is a scene where some guy is eating white rice and a vampire guy turns it into maggots. It was the grossest thing I ever saw. And I still have a phobia about those little things. Well, yesterday I was putting out the garbage and maggots popped out of the top of the bag. I screamed and flipped out. I was paralyzed. I stared at those things for 35 minutes clueless as to what to do. I started sweating. My shirt was soaked. I paced in circles trying to figure out a way to get rid of that garbage and kill those things. I felt so helpless. Im scared of other stuff like heights…drowning. ..Ryan Seacrest (just kidding). But ive never had this happen before. It took me 45 minutes to move one garbage bag 5 feet into a garbage can. I sprayed raid….409….hairspray….everything. I was happy to get rid of those things but now im deathly scared to throw any garbage out. …and now ive become an obsessive cleaner. I shake just thinking about it.