What horrors lurk behind the fridge?
Weather: drizzle, the kind that turns everything to mud
Mood: quite happy
Word of the day: Scurryfunge – frantically cleaning before company arrives
Today I decided to take control and find the cause of the disturbing smell in the fridge. The smell was a bit like rancid milk and vomit and I felt pretty disturbed imagining what kind of twisted creature would create a smell like that.
There were a few places the smell might be coming from: under the fridge; at the back of it; or from the big pipe at the side of the fridge that looks like it belongs to a tumble dryer, even though we have no such machine. I sniffed down the pipe, and Mike peered out from behind the door to shout in horror,
‘Don’t bloody smell it! It’ll leap out at you!’ then he hid back behind the door.
I pulled the fridge out, looked underneath. Finally I pulled out the drip tray, and there it was, the nest of my rancid milk life-form. There were leaves, bits of plastic and goo. I didn’t poke too deep because some things are better left unknown, but I emptied what I could into a bin bag (I’m sure the whole construction was held together with chewing gum) and then left the tray to soak.
I haven’t quite got over it yet.