My Mother (who will turn 85 this year) told me a story about a little girl she knew as she was growing up who was becoming extremely weak and malnourished, and the doctor in town told her parents that she had a tapeworm.
Told them to give her nothing but water to keep her hydrated for three days, then he made a house call, and directed the parents to literally tie her firmly to a tree out in their back yard, and he proceeded to wave a saucer of milk under the girl’s chin, near to her mouth. The tapeworm came UP from the child’s intestines and stomach, leaping out of her mouth, wild to get to the milk, and the doctor (with the parents assisting) grabbed the tapeworm and pulled it all the way out, it measured almost 10 feet.
The girl recovered, none the worse for wear.
Decades later, that story still gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Damn it gave me the heebie-jeebies now.
I think (hope) your dear old Mom was just trying to scare the hell out of you for some reason. She sure did me.
I will think of her story every time I see someone drinking a glass of milk.......as I immediately run for cover.