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July 30, 2005
The surreal life
In the house, we have this hallway that leads to the garage on one side and the family room on the other side. In the hallway is a closet, in which we keep dog treats and cat food and other exciting things.
Lately, little bugs have been sneaking in the house and leaving little cocoons or such on the ceiling, much to the anger of my mom. Every morning she would come in and knock down four or five of these little spores, and then complain about it. She finally put me and my dad on the case, and the culprit was soon discovered: the closet with the treats.
As each little bag of treats was taken out, they were infested with bugs. To say it was gross would be an understatement, but we had to toss about ten bags of dog treats like this. It's all part of living out in the sticks.
The whole process took about a half hour, and led to some unexpected treasure: a box of pictures from Christmas, 1984. It was sweet. The best part of all this, though: my dad did all this while wrapped in a towel, having just stepped out of the shower.
Posted by oz115 at July 30, 2005 10:02 AM
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I'm glad it wasn't actually Christmas 1984 that occurred with your dad wrapped in a towel.
Posted by: Pete at July 30, 2005 02:24 PM