Yep, Pinkies are the worst.
My own worst effort was 2 pints of flouro pinkies dispersed throughout the fridge. Also out of the fridge. Indeed out the fridge and inside the freezer. Separate white goods items these too. The intermittent spontaneous hatchings so many others have experienced naturally followed. Impossible to predict and plan for, Even if I could afford to send her off to the spa for a few days now and then.
My car has numerous such occurrences weeks and possibly even months since I've bought a maggot.
I'm afraid handing out a fly swat isn't gonna be enough. Way too many of the buggers aren't even worthy of their name. They can'y fly at all, and loads just amble lamely around cos they haven't developed properly. I often get a stern look if when driving I reach out my left hand to gently stroke the hair or the cheek of my beloved. She thinks I should have both hands on the wheel, and quite right. I believe in safety first and wanna be sure that greenbottle doesn't get up her nostril and leave me to drive safely, and to restrain a wild eyed flailing beast, that whilst presently consumed with fear, will soon turn predatory and strike out randomly.
This forum is often a font, if not always of wisdom, then at least one of experience. Wisdom comes to oneself only from reflection. This thread is a gem amongst those focussed on essential fishing issues. Bait, tactics and everything else are secondary to getting out in the first place. Personally I find it very hard to walk past an angry gatekeeper. I do sometimes, cos I'm a bloke, but I find it harder to relax and enjoy the quiet.
My contribution, from my own experience, is never under any circumstances put maggots in a shared fridge. The one possible exception is to help rationally justify buying a new fridge for her and the original is yours to use as you please.
Maybe also I could add...................................................................... don't take pinkies anywhere near a raincloud. Moisture form a cow's breath is enough to get a least several hatchings from escapees. Of which there are always some, no matter what manner of russian doll bait box you can conceive of.