"Eeesh"

The pitter-patter sound of the maggots falling out of the wound and onto the table sounded like the onset of a summer shower. The amused field-surgeon hovered over the man, his eyebrows arched upward, his held tilted back so that he stared down over the tip of his nose at the man's writhing wound. The scalpel didn't seem to be the appropriate tool for the task and the young surgeon was at a loss. Removing maggots from an open wound had not been treated in the curriculum. Without taking his eyes off of the wound, the surgeon placed the scalpel on the tray, reached around, and grabbed a plastic spoon. The man winced as the surgeon plunged the spoon into the wound. It was like serving macaroni and cheese: the thick squishy noise, the way the gelatinous mass of maggots jiggled on the spoon. "Eeesh," said the surgeon.