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I call her the queen of the flies. Similar to the ants queen, who is a factory for thousands of eggs, Kathy, too, is a factory. Her body is bloated from being dead for days in the summer sun, and more so because her body is now pregnant with thousands upon thousands of maggots.

The adult flies escape from Kathys mouth, sunken eye sockets, nose, and various wounds about her body. At some places the skin is tight with bloating and has become transparent. A window to the thousands of tiny squirming children.
Kathy maybe dead, but her body is a factory of life. A safe haven for my pets to multiply.