Worm farm

With less caution than I should have had, I opened the lid. The food scraps I had collected for my new worm farm had putrefied. A layer of maggots writhed in a heaving mass on top of the sweet-smelling brown liquid. Juveniles of various creatures crawled over the maggots and scurried up the sides of the bin, towards my face. Things flew straight up the moment I lifted the lid, before I could close my mouth. One of them connected with my soft palette.