Part two--If it doesn't involve fishing.....

Ok, now's the time for me to find out if my theory is true or not (if it doesn't involve fishing, it doesn't get done). Terry went fishing last weekend and came home and cleaned the little guys that he caught and threw the waste in the garbage can that sits in the garage. The next day the smell, fostered with the heat of summer, was HORRENDOUS....there's not a word to describe what my garage smelled like. So we moved the cans outside (hopefully the neighbors didn't mind!) and they stayed there until this morning when the lovely Rumpke truck came to pick them up. I go out just now to get the cans to bring them back into the garage and what's left inside? MAGGOTS!!!!! GROSS!!!!!!! They are crawling all over the can...getting every piece of nasty, rotten, left-over fish junk that they can. So my request is that Terry get his arse out there tonite when he arrives home from his 15+ hour day and clean out the can....it does have SOMETHING to do with fishing, right? I'll let you know what happens....either the can gets tossed and I buy a new one, or Terry cleans up his mess like a good man!