That THING in the refrigerator

It's downright scary...enough to give one nightmares.

That thing in the refrigerator

We don't know what it is

It's green and fuzzy

Please don't open the lid!

But my good corningware!

We can't throw that away

But we don't know what it is

Clean it up another day?

That thing in the refrigerator

We don't know what it is.

It happens to the best of us. Leftovers from who knows when, get pushed further and further back until it is out of sight, out of mind. Only to be discovered when I have looked everywhere else for that missing dish. Why is it so hard to clean that stuff out? Even rational people have thoughts of just chucking the whole thing, dish and all into the dumpster. I have to arm myself with an artillery before I start. I put on my heavy duty gloves and get my double plastic bag ready. I open the window to get some ventilation going, and make sure Isaiah is FAR FAR away, in case those noxious fumes are toxic. I turn the water on and let it run extra hot before I start. I aim the dish soap like a gun. I take a deep breath and hold it. I clean with hot steam and fast fury. I throw the sponge away, just in case. You just never know.