There was an episode of “Cowboy Bebop” called “Toys in the Attic”. Some mysterious creature was attacking the crew, getting everyone sick. In the end, it turned out to be a lobster that had sat in the refrigerator for over a year, and whatever it had metamorphosed into escaped and went on a rampage.
Thus is my life – more specifically, my icebox.
Cleaning out the fridge involves two of my most hated past times – handling stinky, moldy things, and washing dishes, particularly dishes that once contained the afforementioned stinky, moldy things. I threw out a Zip-Loc bag of what I think was chicken last night – I just ran it directly outside to the can, it was that bad. It also requires time – more time than I have available on a regular basis.
I have made this offer once before, and it still stands – anyone who would be willing to clean out my fridge will be rewarded with whatever beer they happen to find in there.
