So I do an early morning grocery run today so my husband won’t starve while I’m at Red Pine Camp next week. When I get home, I unpack everything, put it away. Neatly. Carefully. Tidily. Including a dozen eggs. In the egg thingie hanging inside the fridge door.
Over the next hour, I go in and out of the fridge a couple of times. The last time I close the door, I hear a ‘clunk’. When I investigate, out tumbles the entire egg thingie and its contents.
Who knew a dozen eggs contained so much slime?
We may have gremlins. Or something.