Joyanna Adams

How Long Does it Take? Maggots.

Nobody Remembers

I was watching a Supernatural Episode tonight. There was a scene in it that brought back strong memories of when I was a freshman in college. It’s pretty gross, so stop here, if you have ever been really sick with stomach flu.

The story goes that there was a witch’s coven. And they used hex bags to put a curse on this one man who was stepping out on his wife.  He was sitting in his car, and bit into a chicken sandwich, but then gagged, and looked down and there were maggots all over the sandwich.

All of us have been seeing ‘brainwashing’ being used so subtly in all our sitcoms and movies, you MIGHT have noticed a lot more scenes where somebody was throwing up. Puking big time. And it’s when you least expect it.  These scenes and the many “pee” scenes are being pushed onto the public on purpose, but we won’t go into that here.

It was my freshman year in college. Southwest Missouri State. I wanted to major in music, but I couldn’t even play an instrument. Well, I found out at registration, they said I couldn’t because I didn’t play an instrument.

Talk about naïve. I was so upset, so determined to take music courses, that I sat down in the middle of the registration room, and almost started crying. Hell, I might have been crying, I don’t remember. I suffered from depression all my life (not now) so that news was a total shock.

You mean, I CAN’T take music? My whole life disappeared before me.

Then my parents paid for all this for nothing? What else was I going to do with my life? Not to mention I was STILL mad at my best friend in high school who BEGGED me to go to this college so I’d be with her, and…..she ended up not going, costing my parents money they didn’t have.

Gee thanks.

Some man came over, got me off the ground, as fast as he could, and signed me up for Music theory, piano I, and vocal. I was ecstatic.

The piano and vocal lessons were easy, but I knew I needed help in Music theory, because I couldn’t read music. The last time I read music I was in grade school and playing the French Horn.

So, I asked this sweet girl whom I had met, and who was signing up along side me if she would help me in the course. Her name was Sarah. She was blond and looked just like a county bumpkin.

“Of course, I will” she said.

That night, she invited me over to dinner with her and her husband.

She cooked a whole chicken, and I was trying to be polite, so I took a BIG bite, in fact I almost ate the whole leg, before I looked down:

Maggots. Everywhere. All over the leg, ,,,,and I had devoured them.

Her husband did not touch it. And he asked her where she got the chicken.

“Oh, it’s been hanging in the barn for a while” she said.

You can guess what happened. I was renting a room upstairs in an old lady’s house, and the only bathroom was downstairs. I had stuff coming out both ends. The old lady was furious and made me go outside into the back yard, where I sat with a hose to wash off everything that was coming out of me for a good three hours.

I ate a LOT of maggots.

Well, after that, I knew I couldn’t go back to school, so I phoned my mom, told her I’d be driving the 4 hours home, and it was me and a brown paper bag all the way.

Now, here’s how naïve and innocent I was, and still am. Because I would never in my wildest dreams have believed that somebody would do that on purpose, I always thought it was just a mistake.

Only now, do I realize, she was a country girl, and even an 8-year-old would know not to serve a chicken from the barn, or even try to cook It, which means…she did it on purpose.

And by the way, she got an A in music theory, and she never helped me.

I managed to pull off a B all by myself.

When you grow up, sheltered from the storms, from corruption, from evil, you don’t suspect it from others….it’s not a good thing. Really.

And now, most of you were going, “Why didn’t you LOOK at it!”

Because I was too busy looking at her and thanking them both for inviting me. Ever the polite and grateful idiot.

Hopefully, NOBODY that reads this has ever had to bite into a chicken leg full of maggots.

Yep. The education of Joyanna Adams…continues until she dies. Better late than never.

At least it came to me FINALLY.

Thank you Supernatural.

Sarah, might have actually been…a witch…may she be hexed with the memory forever.

March 1, 2024 Posted by Joyanna Adams | Uncategorized | Books, fantasy, horror, reviews, writing | 1 Comment