More home biology...
I once filled a jar with maggots I found in the rubbish bin. My thinking was that they would hatch into flies at some point and the first to do so would feed on the maggots that were still crawling around. They would in turn die and the remains would be left to the newly hatched maggots. I was hoping to create a self perpetuating living microcosm of maggots, flies and dead fly corpes in a jar.

It didn't quite work out because I forgot to put holes in the lid and I left it on the window sill in the height of summer away from the prying eyes of my nosy brother. I opened up the jar once they had all stopped moving and it was at that point that I gagged into my mouth and wondered whether it was the heat or perhaps the smell that had killed them.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 13 Aug 2012, 15:21, 1 reply)

I once did that unintentionally, on the last day of the season I dumped my equipment in the shed, including a tub filled with the wiggly little fuckers.

I went back some six months later to discover that the little bastards had been eating each other. The survivors were fucking massive, but whether this was down to cannibalism induced mutation or the fact that they were soaking in the decaying remains of their relatives was hard to tell. As tempted as I am to experiment, my more sensible half would tear me a new arsehole if I tried.
( Muns, Tue 14 Aug 2012, 10:50, closed)