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mari4212Let's see if I can phrase this without grossing myself out again.
I was planning on doing a real update again today anyway, and was trying to figure out something to say other than "It's hot, I'm wearing my version of skimpy clothing and trying really hard to keep Mom from killing any of the kids" and then this happened.
Mom was moving to dump the leftovers from the kids' lunches into the trash when she noticed that what she had thought were rice grains already in there (We'd had curry and rice last night, so this wasn't exactly an unreasonable assumption) were wiggling. Not rice. She freaked a bit, and then told me, apparently feeling that misery and grossed-outness deserved to be shared. At which point I squicked out a bit at the idea of the not!rice too. I mean, really, who wants to know that there are macroscopic things living in their trash can? *shudders*
Mom was nice and did the actual removal of trash and sweeping up of the area. I got enlisted to bleach out the area to prevent a return of the mobile not!rice. My little brother, who had just come back from his work at boy scout camp, was told to sweep out the base of the basement stairs, because while Mom was cleaning up the not!rice area she knocked down two glass jars and they'd rolled down the stairs and smashed against the basement's concrete floor.
On the plus side, the garbage corner of the kitchen is now much cleaner.
I'm now distracting myself with fanfic and the latest Gaelic Storm CD.
I was planning on doing a real update again today anyway, and was trying to figure out something to say other than "It's hot, I'm wearing my version of skimpy clothing and trying really hard to keep Mom from killing any of the kids" and then this happened.
Mom was moving to dump the leftovers from the kids' lunches into the trash when she noticed that what she had thought were rice grains already in there (We'd had curry and rice last night, so this wasn't exactly an unreasonable assumption) were wiggling. Not rice. She freaked a bit, and then told me, apparently feeling that misery and grossed-outness deserved to be shared. At which point I squicked out a bit at the idea of the not!rice too. I mean, really, who wants to know that there are macroscopic things living in their trash can? *shudders*
Mom was nice and did the actual removal of trash and sweeping up of the area. I got enlisted to bleach out the area to prevent a return of the mobile not!rice. My little brother, who had just come back from his work at boy scout camp, was told to sweep out the base of the basement stairs, because while Mom was cleaning up the not!rice area she knocked down two glass jars and they'd rolled down the stairs and smashed against the basement's concrete floor.
On the plus side, the garbage corner of the kitchen is now much cleaner.
I'm now distracting myself with fanfic and the latest Gaelic Storm CD.
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