Let
me back that up. TERROR might be too strong. Let's call it MILD
DISCOMFORT. I don't want to violate the Truth in Blogging Law. Even if
it means making my headline less sensational.
Wednesday
afternoon, I was preparing my foodstuffs and drinkstuffs for a trip
down to my lair at lunch time. I always take my two bubba cups, the
purple and the yellow. The yellow cup seems to insulate better. So I put
water in it to sip throughout the afternoon, and ice in the purple cup.
When it's time to go upstairs and prepare supper, I pour the water into
the purple cup of ice, and take the yellow cup up with me, to refill
with ice for adding to the ounces left of my 44 oz Diet Coke. When I go
out to my OPC (Old People Chair), I pour the water from the purple cup
into what's left of the ice in the yellow cup.
The
yellow cup of waters sits beside me on the nightstand by my bed, convenient for
sipping. It provides water (now cool, no ice left) for taking morning
meds or pre-town acetaminophen if it's going to be an active-knee trip.
Once I get back home and start lunch prep, I pour out that left-over
water in the yellow cup.
Are we clear here? I was pouring out water from my yellow bubba cup, which had been in there overnight. As I watched it go down the sink, I saw something THAT WAS NOT WATER! It was
A PALE BLOATED DISC A LITTLE SMALLER THAN A DIME!
Sweet
Gummi Mary! What in the NOT-HEAVEN had been soaking in my water while I
was sipping it? As the glob slithered down the drain, the virtual
lightbulb over my head flashed on. Good thing it wasn't real! I don't
need to be electrocuted right now.
In
the evening, a couple hours after supper, I have a snack. The current
snack sitting on my lair desk is Best Choice Trail Mix: Mountain. I
don't know what it has to do with mountains. Unless the mountains are
made of peanuts, cashews, almonds, raisins, and M&Ms. They're not
ACTUAL M&Ms. They're generic, with no lettering. And the colors
include a weird brown the color of an almond.
Anyhoo...
I have a habit of picking out the M particles of the Trail Mix, and
setting them on top of my water cup. So they get cold, and crunch.
I
guess one of them slid down into the opening where the straw goes when
I'm actively drinking out it. And sat there on the bottom, fermenting,
all night.
I
haven't seen anything so disturbing (water cup related, of course!)
since Genius was a toddler, and I let him sip out of the straw of my
early edition of bubba cup while we were running errands. When I poured
it out to refill in the evening, the water was browner than the
Mississippi! I think my mom had been sneaking some fun-size candy bars
to Genius when I was driving.
At least THAT polluted water didn't have a bloated particle that had been swelling all night while dwelling at the bottom of my bubba cup! Poking it with my straw, and swallowing a chunk, might have been even worse than seeing it go down the drain.
5 comments:
I am ASSuming the M had lost most of its color soaking in that round, cylindrical tub overnight... Better pale than a chocolate-brown color. Something brown would have alarmed me even more.
I feel slightly sick at the thought of anything being in your drinking water. Or my water. Anyone's water.
Unknown,
Yes, all the color had been soaked out of it! Yet the coating remained intact.
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River,
I felt more than SLIGHTLY sick. Until I figured out what it was.
That's not so bad, I thought you were going to reveal a dead insect or something totally unidentifiable!
Kathy,
NO! No dead insect! I have an intermittent cricket that alternates between my dark basement lair, and Farmer H's workshop on the other side of the wall. I hear him, but can't see him. That would be one of the worst scenarios. I hate crickets!
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