"Rat tailed maggots! Yuck!"
"I'm vegetarian! What if I've swallowed some???"
"They're huge! What if they hatch? What do they hatch into - rat tailed mosquitos?"
Gramsci nodded sagely. He, too, was sure that the hand dryers had a role in this. They may not be melting ice caps - yet - but the climate in Sir Carruthers's cloakroom was definitely changing.
Still, he hoped fervently that mosquitos were not what the larvae hatched into. Given that uMalume had set HIV/AIDS thinking back twenty years, we were smack-bang in the era of worrying about HIV+ chefs infecting restaurant diners by bleeding on the lettuce leaves, getting infected by kissing your Grandmother politely on the cheek, or... by being bitten by a mosquito who'd just snacked on someone infected.
"Funny, that," the Cow remarked. "Back then we worried about the salad dressing. These days we worship it as a cure. Odd how these things turn out!"
But Gramsci didn't like the direction the conversation was taking. It was only a step, he worried, away from generating a myth that raping green monkeys would be a cure...
The Cow shrugged. "Misplaced concern," she sighed. "There won't be any left - the hand dryers will have wiped out all the rain forests by then...."