Home again home again jiggidy jig.

So my mom's Rumtopf died. Well, it didn't die exactly as much as a bunch of fruit fly maggots died in it. Yeah, ew.
So I said, that's strange that there were maggots in it, cause I thought that fruit fly cycles were much faster than that, but oh, did they die in it, I guess?
SO, my dad said, OF COURSE they died in it, they were probably like "eck, yeeek" (insert here vision of my dad making maggot-surprised-at-being-born-into-sea-of-fruity-fermented-rum-and-subsequently-dying expressions, complete with above sound-effects).

*sigh* Yeah, it's good to be home.

Cheers.