It hit me. Those aren’t guts…they’re worms! And they were. Squirming half dead, some of them, because the internal DDT didn’t take—if the doctor had even used any. Some slid helplessly out of Sis’ bum, others dangled, and a few rascally ones began to worm their way back inside. They slopped and slapped all over the floor and the doctor. Mom and Sis and me were all screaming at the top of our lungs, anger competing with embarrassment competing with terror. The assistant jumped back…hey, none of this was in his job description. Watery s**t was everywhere. Somebody stepped on one of the hapless worms’ sucker-heads and the thing popped like an overripe zit. This inspired the assistant to throw up down the back of the doctor’s collar. The doctor, for his part, instinctively jerked his hands beh
