....is mould! Not the fun kind that jello gets made in, but the icky black kind. What I thought were just a few spots turned out to be much worse! For unknown reasons, maybe he thought he saw a bright shiny thing or something, TCB moved my dresser. And there it was, nonchalently making it's way up the wall. That would explain the whistling sound. Like it was rocking on it's heels (or in this case the stucco on the wall), using the few spots as a decoy, looking all Eddie Haskell at us. TCB wanted to kill it there and then. However, after yesterday's massacre, the needed supplies were gone. "Just you wait" I whispered "tomorrow is your day". I swear I heard a defiant snort. It should've listened, but no..........................
This morning he got up early and went to get bleach, rubber gloves, masks and green garbage bags. You know, like every mass murderer you see in every csi-cop-show-you've-ever-watched carries around. He even wanted to blow off work and help.
Does that make him helpful or an accomplice?
HRG
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