Three days later, I opened the lid. At this point, I was ready for anything. The bag of dead rats had hardly any maggots on it, and the ones I could see were dead. I picked up the bag, and underneath it, at the bottom of the barrel, there were so many dead maggots that it looked like someone had dumped two or three cups of rice in there. Only two were still alive, pathetically squirming among their legions of deceased brethren. The test left no doubt: The Garbage Guard was a roaring success.
