looking for something to eat. I remembered that I had left a packet of tofu dogs (HAH! Beat that for disgusting!) in the refrigerator a few days past, so I went to hunt them. Regrettably, I was too late. A fungi had begun its inexorable consumption of the processed fermented bean curd. Since it was in the back of fridge, I decided that I would wait until the next time I took out the trash to remove it. After all, it was in a Ziploc brand zipper bag, and who wants to bring fungus into the warm, even if it is in a bag? So I left it to rot in peace, and went on with my foraging, eventually deciding on some weirdo rabbit-food snack.
Well, you can guess what happened. A day or two later, when I went to take out the trash, I recalled the nastiness growing on the tofu dog, and went to retrieve it. However, much to my chagrin, it turned out that I had not properly closed the bag upon link containment, and, as a result, a rather disgusting combination of tofu and fungus-spore had oozed out onto the refridgerator shelf. And what's worse, the wife made me clean it up. Ewwwwww.
So there you have it.
The results of not reaching for a mold dog: goo slicks. |
