Of maggots, chiggers and couches

I know how can these three things be in one entry? Answer: I have encountered adventures with all these three in the past week.

Maggots - well, this really isn't me, so much as my wonderful, kind, servant hearted flatmate Amanda. It was her turn to do the trash this week. And the trash had maggots. Yuk yuk yuk. I came home and saw the trash out a day early, then I came into the house with the kitchen smelling rather clorox like. Yes, Amanda cleaned all the maggots out. But then we had another problem. Earlier in the week I had cleaned up a bag of trash left outside that animals had gotten into (note: in New Zealand there are not any animals that would get into our trash, except sometimes my cat) it smelled real bad. So we decided the only solution was to go to wall mart and get a trash can at 7am. So we did and we got to see a whole set of people who get up at that time to go to work. Interesting crowd.

Chiggers - for my New Zealand readers. Chiggers are insects that bite you, but their bite itch WAY MORE than your average mozzie bite. I got about 28 chigger bites on my legs. Self control takes a whole meaning

Couches - today four wonderful male fitn interns came with their core leader to do the couch swap. Because our landlord is moving into our old house she wanted the couches from the house we live in now (she bought all the furniture for our house), so I asked Alan (the core leader) how he would feel about some male bonding over moving my couches, he said yes and the guys came round and did it in like 15 minutes with great attitudes. One of them seemed keen to do yard work too. I made cookies for them as payment, which they were going to have with their manly lots of meat bbq.

That's my story.
I like the people I live with
Wendy