I have a story to tell you that has nothing to do with winter, snow, Nemo or shoveling. This pretty picture above notwithstanding, what I'm about to tell you could gross you out so I'm advising anyone with a heart condition to cease reading immediately.
Now to start off....I was not present at the time the catastrophe occurred. I was told this story second-hand but being cursed with an overactive imagination allowed it to unfold in my head like a bad horror movie. Maybe along the lines of
Chucky and any of the
Saw movies (there were seven of them, weren't there? Take your pick.)
So here's what happened. My mom was making my dad a cup of coffee. Simple enough, right? Now my dad likes to drink his java out of travel cups and these particular travels cups are black inside, to hold in the heat of the beverage which in any other situation would be pretty ingenious, right?
In this particular case, the black inside worked against all parties involved.
So my mom pours the coffee into the cup and puts it in the microwave to heat it up.
Time ticks down and the microwave goes off.
Beverage is hot and ready to be serve....except it's not.
It's not because there is this horrible stench coming from the cup when my mom takes it out of the microwave. She's gagging at this point, wondering out loud, "What in the world happened here?"
She looks into the cup, sees nothing but black-on-black. She puts the spoon in and starts to stir.
Something bobs to the surface.
My mom freezes.
And what's floating along on its back? Charbroiled and coffee-soaked?
A stinkbug.
Screaming and gagging ensue.
Yep.
I don't think you need an overactive imagination to picture that, right?
A word to the wise: check the inside of your cups! You never know what may be lurking!
