Last night, I took some wash out of the washing machine and I saw something funny at the bottom of the barrel. I grabbed a tissue to get it out, because it looked sort of stringy, but I was pretty sure it wasn't thread. I was right. It was a cricket...well...part of a cricket. It had a head and the antennae--one, anyway--and a kind of stick-like stem sticking out the back of the head creating the "spine" of the little bugger. It looked clean, I guess...kind of shiny. Today, I found a wing and a leg in a new wash load. Eeeewww.
It's almost as gross as the time I found something pasty white and squashy in the wash while I was in California waiting for Curly Fry's adoption stuff to clear so I could bring him home. It turned out to be reconstituted umbilical cord, which had somehow gotten stuck to my bathrobe and washed. I could not eat round noodles for some time.