It all started two or three days ago (it's the summer, I lose track of days) when I woke up and found myself itching all over. Mainly on the areas of skin that were exposed from the sheets and covers during the night. I thought nothing of it, after all - I hadn't been taking my Claritin D for my allergies. Maybe they were just spiking up? Who knew. I went on with my daily activities, ate lunch, dinner, then went back to sleep.
I awoke the next day with similar symptoms, only this time the itching was worse, my nose was stuffy, and my throat was scratchy. Not cool. Not cool at all. I took some allergy pills and once again, thought nothing of it. What struck me as odd was that I was the only one in the house that was effected by these strange symptoms. My mom told me it was finally time to clean my room, after ordering me to do it for about 4 days now. I had nothing else to do...so I went at it. She came up to help for a little bit, and as she was cleaning off my dresser, she found a Chick-Fil-A coupon.
"Hey, here's a Chick-Fil-A coupon for 1 free sandwich. You might wanna keep this," she said.
"Oh really?" I started, "I can't remember the last time I went th-"
And that was when it hit me. That was when I remembered everything.
I have a hobby desk, where I paint and draw stuff (used to do DbF sketches there, too). I don't go paint every day but I pass by it every day, and I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner. It must have been 4 or more months ago...
My soda cans and paints must have covered it up, and before I knew it I had totally forgotten it was even there. Yes, I referring to the white Chick-Fil-A cup behind everything. It...couldn't be that bad, right? I mean, it was only a drink...concealed in a styrofoam container...
...with a straw for a wind pipe...
...to release it's spores.
I picked it up and took it to my bathroom. I had to see what was inside. What the damage was. I reached for the lid...just a peek. All I need is a peek...
I took a big gulp of uncertainty and slowly pried open the lid...
(WARNING! This is some graphic shit. Viewer discretion is fucking advised.)
The lid was only open for what seemed to be a few seconds, but the stench permeated my entire bathroom and it was so disgusting and nasty that I threw up a little in my mouth. The smell was like rotten eggs, with a hint of shit, with a hint of puke, with a hint of some more shit. Shit, I think I saw something fucking swimming around in there. I didn't get lemonade either, and what seemed to once be a liquid was now a gelatinous monstrosity. Those little shits floating around, the stench...God, I don't know what it was. All I knew was what had to be done. I made sure the lid was sealed, and went to my garage.
My dad has a bad back, and can't bend over to pick stuff up all the time. So he's got a nifty grabber arm that I like to fuck around with sometimes. I grabbed it, went back upstairs, and carefully grabbed the Chick-Fil-A cup which seemed to be teeming with life. Life I didn't fucking want growing in my room.
I grabbed it, very carefully - and proceeded downstairs until I was outside and tossed that fucker in two old plastic bags, tied them shut, and threw the fucker away.
What's the real lesson here?
Don't leave drinks on your desk.
Edited by GrOOvE, 02 July 2004 - 12:15 PM.