" A few weeks ago, while I was carrying a garbage bag out to the curb, the bag split and maggots splashed onto my foot. We’d had chicken for dinner three or four days before and there were offcuts in the bag. There was no dry-retching or gagging, I instantly projectile vomited onto the sidewalk. It was like a fire hose had been turned on. An old lady jogging past stopped and asked if I was okay and I nodded, pointed to the maggots as explanation, and vomited again. I planned to wash off the sidewalk but when I walked down the driveway with a hose, a cat was eating the vomit/maggot/chicken blend and I vomited a third time. "

― David Thorne , Burning Bridges to Light the Way