Devil’s breath
There's been death in the walls for weeks now, probably close to a month really. We've been through the maggot phase, a painful few days. We worked in shifts sweeping them up by the dozens as they fell from the wall, plump little almost flies, searching for a space to shed their grotesque white worm body suits. I shudder to think what it must have looked like behind the walls as the rotting flesh of one of those squabbling possums was being devoured by blow flies and flesh flies.
Darwin's fucking hot and I've lived in some hot fucking places. I guess we were somewhat fortunate in that our noisy ceiling dweller died in the dry season where the midday heat only cooked his smelly ass carcass to100 dry heat degrees. From 10-5 the hallway of death, which links the kitchen to the toilet, has smelled so terribly that it requires verbal assault every time we are unfortunate enough to catch a whiff.
'Fuck it stinks like death!'
I haven't even mentioned the flies yet. Those black little devil spawns buzz by the dozens, landing on our food, in our hair, in ears, sometimes up the nose, when we sleep, when we shit (of course). I remember reading that flies vomit there food up continuously only to ingest it again so everytime you see one rubbing dirty little leg utensiles together, I imagine him puking and eating all in one go.
Flies are fucking nasty and must be the spawn of the devil.
Anyway, we're now approaching the 'build up' where the heat and humidity rise rapidly and I can't wait to get the fuck outta here. The smell is going to be of demonic proportions. Even The Lord master devil daddy would need nose plugs.
Of course we've told our landlord about our smelly nasty slimy situation, but apparently in this nanny state of australia, the critter grabbers aren't allowed to interfere with these native possums, even in death. So in our wall there will rot a possum which will haunt this house for months to come.
You know when something is just so fucking grose that you have to share it... this is one of those situations.