Our friend and neighbor Darin went to St. Croix for one of his best friends' wedding this past weekend. Had a great time -- the wedding was awesome. But during the weekend activities, the wedding travelers went scuba diving a couple of times. During one of the dives, Darin had some trouble with the pressure inside his mask, and the result was quite... disturbing. I couldn't decide which picture I liked best, so here they both are. On the plus side, Darin's eyes feel fine, he says. But I suppose zombies wouldn't feel pain, right?
As for maggots, I'll spare you a detailed description of what I found in the back of my car yesterday, several days after Nolan apparently decided to hide an uneaten breakfast taco in a back compartment in the mini-van. Let's just say I had to track down the smell, which reminded me of dead animal in fully active decomposition. Upon opening the compartment, the breakfast taco had more resemblance to a dead animal than one would care to ever see (or smell). Needless to say, I made Nolan clean it up. Hopefully, lesson learned. And the stench is gone, but the odor from the cleaner we used now fills the car. I'll take the cleaner smell.
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