The last time I heard a garbage disposal making grinding sounds, I turned it off, then fished out a horribly mangled pair of formerly useful measuring spoons.
“You’re supposed to check it before you run it,” my wife despaired at my lack of wisdom. But don’t garbage disposals have a way of mysteriously turning on as soon as you stick your hand in?
This morning, I overcame those irrational fears. I felt around down in the dark, underneath those black rubber flaps, bare-handed. There was something in there, all right. Good thing I checked. I pulled out the bleached, decomposed remains of a medium-sized frog.
I shuddered. I shrieked. His dead black eye looked up at me. How the hell had he gotten in there? I rinsed and soaped and rinsed again. I found some cheap plastic forks to use as tongs to lift the body into a plastic bag, which I carried, grim and still shaking, down the hall, past my wife’s room, and out to the trash.
“Is anything the matter?”
“I’ll tell you later.”
I’ve touched frogs before. I went through a cruel childhood frog-killing phase. I’ve eaten frog legs in restaurants. Karmic justice would demand I suffer. Mercifully I got off easy today with a major case of the creeps.
Serves you right, frog killer!
You may want to drop some lemons in that GD for refreshment, not for lemonaide but for a mild acid bath. Smells good too (o: [>
Poor Pati. Poor Froggy.
i think i would have freaked out more had it been a garbage disposal full of water bugs. blah!!!
That would make me jumpy!
(ribbet)
Jumpy! Ha! I get it! Oh Jaya!
Thanks for commenting, love and respect, ED
PS: I’m on a mission to recover all the lost recordings of Pancha Tattva dasa singing Hare Krishna to melodies that only he sings. I love the man and his melodies. where is such audio available?
When I moved out of my apartment in Minneapolis, I found a flattened mouse that my cat had evidently killed and stashed under the rug. Served me right for taking her first mouse away from her!
Oy Vey! thanks for the good idea. Now I know where to stash my mice!