Roommate's leftovers turn into thousands of maggots, so I burn them alive and instantly

regret it.

Here's what happened.

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This happened two years ago, and this story tale begins with me living in a student house,

as you may suspect. We had a food bin for disposing

of any food waste that was covered in thumbnail-sized holes for ventilation. It came with degradable

bags, which were a bit too good at their job, though, and after them bursting several times

while we were emptying the bin, we decided to stop using the bin altogether,

to save the hassle of cleaning three days of rotten food off the floor again.

We put the bin outside our kitchen in a small yard on the kitchen window sill, and forgot about it.

All except one of us.

One of my housemates, who we'll call Alfie, decided it was a waste to stop using

the food bin, and so he continued to put food in it every day, unbeknownst to the rest of us. Eventually,

he fills the bin, but then conveniently, he forgets about it too. Four months later, I arrived home one day after university with a different

housemate. We'll call him Miles, only to find that the suspicious background smell that had been

creeping around our kitchen and living area for the last few weeks had now become a full frontal

assault on the nose. Miles and I searched the kitchen up and down to no

avail and decided to get rid of all the rubbish and suspicious looking food around the kitchen

to see if it would help. After filling two bin bags, Miles went to throw them in the alley

out back, and after opening the door, we quickly discovered where the smell was coming from, the

unused food bin.

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