I found my vomit bags all over my driveway.....

>Friday (yesterday) is garbage day where I live. My mom had also left to drop my sister off to school and run some errands, which made this the perfect opportunity to dispose of the 9 vomit bags that had accumulated in my room. What I do is transfer my vomit bags from my room to the potty, empty them into the potty, then put all of the emptied bags into another clean bag and tie it tight. All of the bags smelled pretty awful because they had been sitting for a few days. But one smelled particularly horrible. It didn't even smell like vomit, it smelled like a dead animal. I tied them all up in a garbage bag, then buried it within another full garbage bag from the kitchen, then put it all on the curb for the garbage man. The garbage bin was full of other garbage, so I had to put the bag with the vomit outside of the bin, on my driveway (our trash bags are black, no one could see the vomit residue). About an hour passed, and I was in my room when I hear my dog barking hysterically at something. My dog barks at everything that walks past the house, so I just ignored her. But then I noticed she wouldn't stop barking, for over 10 minutes straight. The only time she barks non-stop like that is when someone or something is on our property. So I decide to stop being lazy and look at what she's so riled up about. When I saw what she was barking at, my heart skipped a few beats...

VULTURES had ripped into the kitchen bag and dug out the vomit bags, and were eating whatever residue and chunks that were left on the bags. They had them and all of the other trash scattered all over my driveway. All I could think was "my mom is gonna get home any second". I never ran so fast in my life. It was starting to rain, but I didn't care. I shooed the vultures away and grabbed all of the wet vomit bags and put them back into the holes the vultures made. There was another vomit bag poking out of the kitchen bag, so clearly they were about to rip another bag out. The vomit is all they really wanted. To make things worse, a wasp was also hovering around the bags. I couldn't properly stuff the vomit bags back into the other bag without swatting at the wasp, which made it pretty angry. I kept looking down the road thinking my mom's gonna bust around the corner at any second. Between the threatening wasp, the vultures, and the possibility of being caught, I was in a panic. I eventually gathered the bag, removed one of the bags from the bin and replaced it with the torn bag, and shut the lid so the vultures couldn't get to it anymore. My mom got home less than 5 minutes later....

It still blows my mind how close I was to getting caught. AAHHHHHH I ALMOST GOT CAUGHT!!!! I would freaking die if my mom would have been the one to find the bags in the driveway. She is already suspicious of my rapid weight loss, and has asked me if I'm anorexic or bulimic. Of course I lied and said "I just work out a lot now". If she saw those bags, it would be game over for me. I'm just imagining how awful it would be if I had looked out of the window and saw my mom picking up the bags, and having her confront me about it, and her saying "I KNEW IT!!!". I think I'd just go hang myself tbh. I did end up telling her vultures got into the trash (AFTER the garbage men took the trash, just in case she decided to go see what the vultures were attracted to). She said "yuck, something must've been rotten in there." And I'm like "uh, yeah, maybe egg shells? Or the bleu cheese?" LOL.

Just wanted to share, and let everyone know vultures like vomit, especially vomit that smells like a dead possum. So be careful where you leave your trash.