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“Kiedy wsuwaliśmy zwłoki do worka, widzieliśmy niewiele larw – ledwie garstkę. Teraz było ich tam całe mrowie, dosłownie dziesiątki tysięcy. Jeden ze studentów zapytał, skąd się tam wzięły. Czy w ciągu czterdziestopięciominutowej podróży powrotnej na uniwersytet mogło dojść do jakiegoś masowego wylęgu? Wyjaśniłem, że czerwie były tam od początku, a w tym przypadku chodziło tylko o błędną ocenę pory dnia. Czerwie nie lubią słońca, więc jeśli ciało leży na otwartej przestrzeni, w ciągu dnia chowają się pod skórą. Gdy zamknęliśmy ciało w nieprzejrzystym czarnym worku, larwy uznały, że zapadła już noc, więc wyszły żerować na zewnątrz.”

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