It Came From The...

I have a lot of talents, but housekeeping is not numbered among them.

As part of my move, I get a new fridge. So my 7 year old fridge goes to my bother, er brother, and his 10 year old fridge goes to my Mom because her garage fridge died after 20 years. And what Mom wants, Mom gets.

Of course, this is a good thing, but the big problem is that I have not actually done more than a cursory cleaning in the entire time I've owned it. Hey, it's cold in there, so it's not like mold and stuff can grow in it, right?

Wrong. I think I probably wiped out an entire new species of intelligent life. I had no idea (well, OK, I sorta did because I'd studiously avoided looking at it) how much sludgy stuff could collect in the bottom of the fridge under the drawers.

Luckily for my brother, I love him enough not to subject him to the horror of the flaccid grapefruit, the ancient tin of biscuits, the sickly wrinkled carrot, and the scary looking pickles which lurked in the back.

Let's just hope, for all our sakes, that the weather stays as cold as predicted...otherwise I am sure that the plague or some...thing newly come to conscious thought will emerge from my garbage can to terrify the world...