The nastiest thing you ever found in your fridge?
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Gonna go with a little thing of potato salad--It not only was growing three different identified molds (having bio majors for friends is fun!), but there was actually a chunk of potato that was , and I kid you not, growing it's own potato. In the back of my fridge, where it was often lightless and without soil, I had a potato growing. I felt proud, cultivating life like I had. But then I realized that no amount of throwing it out would do the justice needed, so we soaked it in butane and kerosene and watched it light up. Who knew that molds were flammable?
(Side note: Why do Flammable and Inflammable mean the same thing?)
(Side note: Why do Flammable and Inflammable mean the same thing?)
Hear hear!ChromeAlchemist said:
Ok, it wasn't in the fridge, and I didn't find it, but there were two incidents in the sixth form common room...
One in the kitchen, where I opened a tea container (a weird, posh shaped thermos flask type thing) to see what was in it and found something looking like a white mould iceberg floating on top of whatever liquid was in there. It smelt foul.... occasionally I'd go back and check on it - I found it a month into my first year, and it was still there when I left two years later.
We also trace the source of a weird smell to a two month old lunchbox under a chair. That was a fun discovery....
Nothing was ever found in the fridge there, labels of 'it's mine, don't steal' meant nothing, so no one bothered.
One in the kitchen, where I opened a tea container (a weird, posh shaped thermos flask type thing) to see what was in it and found something looking like a white mould iceberg floating on top of whatever liquid was in there. It smelt foul.... occasionally I'd go back and check on it - I found it a month into my first year, and it was still there when I left two years later.
We also trace the source of a weird smell to a two month old lunchbox under a chair. That was a fun discovery....
Nothing was ever found in the fridge there, labels of 'it's mine, don't steal' meant nothing, so no one bothered.
Nothing now, I live alone and run a pretty tight ship. Meaning I have the typical bachelor fridge. Just mostly beverages and condiments with no real food products.
But when i went to school and lived with a bunch of dudes, yeah finding gross stuff just in the house in general was common. The grossest thing though wasn't actually in the fridge, it ws under the couch. I had a roomate that didn't really understand the concept of cleaning up or doing dishes, he was a spoiled littel brat to say the least. He always had a habit of leaving his dishes out in the living room to the point they would start to smell and one of us would eventually clean it up.
Well one night we all pitched in for a nice artery clogging KFC dinner. My roomate that didn't like to clean left his plate sitting on the floor of the living room for like three days, chicken bones and all. We yelled at him for days to pick it up and he just kept saying "I will, I will." Then miraculously one day it was gone, we all figured he did pick it up.
Now fast forward about 4 or 5 months. I was drunk and for some reason I was on the floor laughing at something. Lying on the floor I look under the couch and see this furry.... thing. So we pick up the couch and to our astonishment it was not just furry, but perfectly round as well. We then realize it's a plate, because I picked it up. We go into the kitchen and peel back the mold growing and what do we see under all that fur.... fucking chicken bones. So out of spite we dumped all the plates contents into his pillow case, he wasn't pleased at all to say the least.
Moral of the story: If you live with people don't be a disgusting pig, they will hate you for it.
But when i went to school and lived with a bunch of dudes, yeah finding gross stuff just in the house in general was common. The grossest thing though wasn't actually in the fridge, it ws under the couch. I had a roomate that didn't really understand the concept of cleaning up or doing dishes, he was a spoiled littel brat to say the least. He always had a habit of leaving his dishes out in the living room to the point they would start to smell and one of us would eventually clean it up.
Well one night we all pitched in for a nice artery clogging KFC dinner. My roomate that didn't like to clean left his plate sitting on the floor of the living room for like three days, chicken bones and all. We yelled at him for days to pick it up and he just kept saying "I will, I will." Then miraculously one day it was gone, we all figured he did pick it up.
Now fast forward about 4 or 5 months. I was drunk and for some reason I was on the floor laughing at something. Lying on the floor I look under the couch and see this furry.... thing. So we pick up the couch and to our astonishment it was not just furry, but perfectly round as well. We then realize it's a plate, because I picked it up. We go into the kitchen and peel back the mold growing and what do we see under all that fur.... fucking chicken bones. So out of spite we dumped all the plates contents into his pillow case, he wasn't pleased at all to say the least.
Moral of the story: If you live with people don't be a disgusting pig, they will hate you for it.
My grandmother always fills my fridge with meat and never touches it. There's still a bag of rotting chili and chicken in there from about a year ago and I'm afraid to touch it.
I vaguely remember some... left over thing being shoved into the back of the fridge. Several months later, there was black slime dripping down the back of the fridge, accompanied by an incredibly offensive odor. My parents practically power-washed the fridge after that.
The grossest thing in my fridge by far, though, were ants. Yes, I had ants in my fridge. Imagine going in there for some sliced turkey, but when you open that package up, that's right, there are ant corpses in there. At least they were fresh ant corpses, though!
Also, although not in the fridge, when I was about six I put a pear core into my jacket pocket. I forgot about it for a week, and, after putting my hand in my pocket, I got a nasty surprise. Of course, with my six-year-old logic, I decided to never wear the coat again, not tell anyone, and leave the fucking pear inside. About a year later, forgetting about the whole pear incident, I felt in my pocket to find... black dust and weird fibrous stuff. I didn't realize until later that what I found was the decomposed pear core from such a long time ago.
The grossest thing in my fridge by far, though, were ants. Yes, I had ants in my fridge. Imagine going in there for some sliced turkey, but when you open that package up, that's right, there are ant corpses in there. At least they were fresh ant corpses, though!
Also, although not in the fridge, when I was about six I put a pear core into my jacket pocket. I forgot about it for a week, and, after putting my hand in my pocket, I got a nasty surprise. Of course, with my six-year-old logic, I decided to never wear the coat again, not tell anyone, and leave the fucking pear inside. About a year later, forgetting about the whole pear incident, I felt in my pocket to find... black dust and weird fibrous stuff. I didn't realize until later that what I found was the decomposed pear core from such a long time ago.