This is shocking and gross

No, not the shrimp pad thai. Shrimp pad thai is lovely.

You may not want to read this post.

You may not be my friend after you read this post.

Or you may not want to be my house guest after you read this post.

Sunday night Wonder Husband got crazy and rolled up our living room carpet, to better show off our apartment's GORGEOUS, heart pine floors (did you see the ears of Washington, DC real estate agents perk up?). Such massive action involved moving all of the living room furniture, which involved calling our nice neighbor at 10:something pm to come help Wonder Husband move the couch because I am a wimp, err, wise woman and knew better than to injure my back right before we (hopefully) move.

I was in the kitchen preparing a late dinner for Wonder Husband when this all began and I heard, "Gross!! Gross!!" from WH as he moved our little two drawer wood file cabinet/side table. He dashed into the kitchen for a paper towel. What could be so gross, behind the furniture that even WH would not touch it with bare hands?

One of his favorite things actually.

A shrimp.

Gross.

I don't know the last time we had shrimp. I don't know the last time (ever) that one of us would have deposited a shrimp behind a piece of furniture. Gross. How could our little sniffing doggie guests have not discovered it? Thank heavens it did not reek to high heavens.

We thought through shrimp possibilities. Hmmm, maybe several months ago when we had Thai food with our friends, including the most adorable little blond children in the world? A possibility. Not definite. Just possible.

I mentioned the situation to my good friend, the mother of those adorable blond children. She *immediately* said, "Oh, that's probably from a time you fed Will and he flung a shrimp!". Glad that is resolved.