I was just making some dinner and cutting up some broccoli when, out of no where, out jumps this THING. I freaked out. I didn't know what to do (save take a picture), so I ran into the hallway, gobsmacked (this is what neighbours are for. Recall the time Sasso found a mouse in my apartment and my neighbour Franca finally made her way up to save me after two and a half hours of my screaming? Mercy.).
I knocked first on Matt's door, hoping and praying he's home. But then, will he be able to take care of this? I don't know him as a very manly man...can he handle this? I didn't have the chance to find out: he wasn't home. Frantically, I knocked on Steve's door. Again, no help. Last, Tom's door. Thank Christ I heard some movement inside. I couldn't even get out the name of what it was that was causing this panic...he was totally prepared for a mouse, cockroach, whatever. Thank God for manly men.
We returned to the apartment, I jumped on the bed, and Tom couldn't find the effing thing. Finally we found it, huddled under a broccoli head. Tom says it was a silkworm. In my fridge. Yuck. So the Korean English teacher in the hallway told me I had nothing to worry about: that a silkworm (silly girl) couldn't bite me. Well, duh. I wasn't going to touch it, I just didn't want it in my food or in my kitchen. Yuck.
Anyhoo, Tom flushed it down the toilet and the crisis was averted. Now, those who know me know I like to buy produce at the discount rack and I love love love making something from nothing. What about the broccoli? I asked the Korean man as well as Tom what they thought about salvaging it. Both agreed wholeheartedly that I could easily wash it off and enjoy it tonight. So (I know...I'm gross), I'm eating it right now :)
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