I have a pretty strong stomach. I'm a Mom and have had diarrhea squirted down the front of me. I've been pee'd on, pooped on, and barfed on. So it takes a lot to really give me the heebie-jeebies.
Now we have our first "Gross File".
Take this perfect little guy that we named "The Captain":
When I went to the shelter today to specifically rescue this 4 week old angel, I received a call from the shelter vet tech while enroute:
Tech: "Are you coming for the 4 week old orange kitten?"
Tech: "Just so you know, he has maggots coming out of his rectum."
Me: (tapping on the bluetooth) "Say that again?"
Tech: "Maggots. Kitten. Rectum. He's covered in ticks too."
Me: (gagging)"Oh God."
When I arrived at the shelter, the tech had given him all the medical care that was available to her, and I took the little guy to our vet. Turns out maggots in the bum isn't really that big of a deal and he's otherwise healthy. The maggots will leave as soon as he poops.
Seriously. Maggot nightmares are happening tonight. I can just FEEL it.
So the gross little guy is now known as "The Captain" thanks to the girls at the vets office. I held the little guy closely under my chin the entire trip - I was terrified I might see a maggot or something.
(Additional Note: I received a phone call from the vet tech a few moments ago. Two more "maggot kittens" from this litter came into the shelter a few more moments ago. *Sigh*)