He lowered his jaw—I could see a milky-white tube behind his teeth oozing a thick, snotty substance. As I watched, a fat white grub plopped out of the tube onto the base of his tongue. Then out came another. I pressed my face against the bars, my mouth open wide, and felt a gush of writhing, wriggling larvae course down my throat, my stomach, my insides, then burrow out into my arms, my legs, my extremities.
