Harold wasn\u2019t going to let them blame this crisis on shoddy housekeeping.\u00a0 Granted, the aged food covered with starving ants on the floor between refrigerator and cabinet must have been his responsibility since he didn\u2019t see anyone else throw it there and couldn\u2019t plausibly explain who might\u2019ve committed such an act.\u00a0 That, at any rate, happened a generation ago, and he\u2019d long insisted he and his guests comport themselves in a middle class manner.<\/p>\n
Once a week he diligently cleaned all three bathrooms during a Sunday regimen that included spraying cleanser into and scrubbing each of the two sinks in the master bedroom.\u00a0 He only used the left sink daily, for teeth-brushing and hand-washing; a decade earlier he\u2019d quit shaving there since he was making such a mess and now did that in the shower where it wasn\u2019t really a mess.\u00a0 Why should he have been alarmed by two tiny brown objects, like pinches of dried mud, in the right sink?\u00a0 He simply turned on the water and washed them down the drain.<\/p>\n
Next morning almost identical brown pinches \u2013 surely they weren\u2019t the same ones \u2013 lay a few inches apart in the lower front of the sink.\u00a0 Harold rinsed them down the pipe then looked up at plastic covers of fluorescent light fixtures but saw nothing ominous.\u00a0 The following morning revealed similar deposits in the sink, so he removed the plastic and ran his hand around the fixtures but encountered only lint.\u00a0 For a couple of weeks, as mornings grew colder, he simply turned on the water and flicked (invariably two) small but intrusive objects into a whirlpool.\u00a0 This process probably would\u2019ve continued if one dark morning a groggy Harold hadn\u2019t been startled by movement in the drain under the raised stopper.<\/p>\n
He leaped at the sink and turned the water on full force before stepping back in battle stance.\u00a0 Out of the drain the enemy charged him, rapidly climbing to the top of the sink.\u00a0 Harold\u2019s impulse was to run but instead he lunged and backhanded a monstrous insect two inches long with countless fast-twitching legs, knocking it back into the drain from which it thrice reemerged before he closed his fist and hammered the creature, splattering organs on part of his hand but leaving some two-thirds of the bug intact and fighting hard until the powerful stream of water pulled it under, a poor soul in a treacherous river, and Harold slapped the metal stopper down and ran naked downstairs onto frigid concrete in the garage and retrieved his insecticide and hustled back up, timidly opened the stopper, and sprayed many seconds before pushing the stopper hard.\u00a0 For several days he avoided the sink except to stare and hope that a hatch closed to the world would either destroy the invader or deter a return.\u00a0 When Harold eventually reopened the stopper, nothing came out.\u00a0 He still fired more spray down the hole and closed it up and did this every day for a week until concluding it would probably be okay to relax.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Harold wasn\u2019t going to let them blame this crisis on shoddy housekeeping.\u00a0 Granted, the aged food covered with starving ants on the floor between refrigerator and cabinet must have been his responsibility since he didn\u2019t see anyone else throw it there and couldn\u2019t plausibly explain who might\u2019ve committed such an act.\u00a0 That, at any rate,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"inline_featured_image":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[387,194,857],"tags":[],"acf":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"yoast_head":"\n