Papaya Season is Over

Today is a day for unlucky tales.  Last night, I noticed a whole in the papaya I had laid on the counter.  Then, Angie saw the maggots.  I grabbed the ones on the counter and tossed them.  Later, I saw a few I had missed.  They were green.  I decided to cut one open. Sure enough, there was a baby maggot.  I have givem up on the fruit.  The fly has won.  Maybe, when thongs cool down, they will die off.