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I've got a few to share...
>Be sophomore in high school
>Had that stupid biology project where we pretended an egg was our child
>Kept it in tupperware so it wouldn't break. Months pass (roughly five or six) and got accepted to a better school. It`s the last few days of school, clean out locker. Hated that school anways.
>THAT FUCKING EGG.
>Sniff container. "....huh...." Didn't expect much of it.
>Walk over to a staircase, over a busy area of the school and dropped it from above. Someone screamed, and the stench. OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK.
>Principle checks out the scene, recoils, and looks around nervously, and starts barking at people.
>People circle around the goo, and pointing at it. Gagging noises were heard.
>Walked away giggling.
Another.
>Be 8-9 years old, staying at Grandmother's house. (Noturious pack-rat to insane levels.)
>It's 3 am, be hungry and go to cupboard to make oatmeal.
>Open container, and MOTHS ARE SWARMING OUT OF THERE.
>Recoil back, and peer into container and things are wriggling in there.
>Grandma walks in, asks what I'm doing up. "I'm making breakfast for you grandma!"
>She smiles, and I go ahead and make it.
>OH GOD SHE ATE IT- trying to refraing from giggling.
>Tell parents. Few days later, they clean her kitchen, and are horrified.
I've got plenty of stories from way back when. Because of Gramma, I frequently clean my fridge, because I don't want remember some of those horrifying things.