**This story has some grossness, some religiocentric child making assumptions and some nostalgia.**
When I was a kid in the 1970s/early 80s my local tv station (channel 55 on the dial) ran a 55 hour Christmas movie marathon.
ANYWAY...I watched all 55 hours of it one year because I had the flu. And there was some movie on at like 3am on Christmas morning (!!!) about this teenage girl who survived a plane crash in the jungle and had to hobble her wounded self through the jungle to get back to civilization. I guess they thought the miracle of her survival was Christmassy. Anyway through all the horrors of her struggling through the jungle the one I remember to this day is the scene where she's popping botfly larvae out of her festering wounds. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
And that's why I always associate botfly larvae with Christmas. True story.
When I was a kid in the 1970s/early 80s my local tv station (channel 55 on the dial) ran a 55 hour Christmas movie marathon.
ANYWAY...I watched all 55 hours of it one year because I had the flu. And there was some movie on at like 3am on Christmas morning (!!!) about this teenage girl who survived a plane crash in the jungle and had to hobble her wounded self through the jungle to get back to civilization. I guess they thought the miracle of her survival was Christmassy. Anyway through all the horrors of her struggling through the jungle the one I remember to this day is the scene where she's popping botfly larvae out of her festering wounds. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
And that's why I always associate botfly larvae with Christmas. True story.