See my Herald column.

What do you do with them?

All wriggley, white and falling off the green bin in clumps.

What I do is get the ABBA song Dancing Queen going in my head.

Then you replace the word Dancing with the word maggot.

So you’re singing something that sounds like “diggin’ the maggot queen.”

It may not sound pretty, but it helps you though the revulsion of dealing with the maggots.