Sunday evening I was making myself a cup of herbal tea, with my brain completely fried after a grueling weekend spent putting on the conference I mentioned in my last post. I steeped my tea in the pleasantly dim kitchen, then groped for the compost bucket to dump my tea leaves.
But instead of the expected plastic lid, my hand contacted the soft bulge of something. A cool, moist, yielding something that moved under my hand like a sleepy snake.
I yelped and recoiled, only to burst out laughing when I discovered that the ‘snake’ was… pizza dough.
We’d made pizza for supper, but as I was pressing the dough into the pan I discovered tiny metal flakes in it. (Yes, that flour went back to the store ASAP!) So I remade our pizza crusts from a fresh bag of flour and chucked the contaminated dough into the compost bucket.
But it’s a small bucket. And yeast rises. So by the time I zombie-shuffled over there in the late evening, the dough had pushed up the lid of the bucket and escaped, clearly bent on world (or at least garbage-bin) domination.
After patting my thumping heart back into my chest and wiping away my tears of laughter, I dumped the compost bucket out into the recycling green-bin we keep in the garage. It’s a big bin; but nevertheless, the next morning I opened the door to the garage with caution… just in case the dough-snake had devoured the tasty contents of the bin and grown into a giant man-eating serpent overnight.
Fortunately, it hadn’t; and on Monday the dough-snake went into the collection truck with the rest of the recycling. So I think we’re safe from compost serpents for now… but I’m still chuckling over my momentary adrenaline burst.
Any surprises in your world this week?
Writing update: I’m (finally!) putting the last of the conference stuff to bed today, and then I’ll start plotting Book 17, woohoo! Soon, soon…