I was filled with a tremendous anxiety; I dropped the bag, my arms shaking, as piles of maggots crawled, writhing, on top of the now-spilled contents of the bag. Immediately I felt dirty and felt like vomiting. My desire to keep staring at the mess I had made overwhelmed me... I did not know what to do. I started running and ran for a good half mile, turning every so often to look back at the bag. I was trembling, sweating, my pupils dilated with fear. I was almost faint. I knew sooner or later what had happend several hours would catch up to me... I knew I had to act quickly...