Last One for Today as Said Natives are Moving From Restless to Destructive - Rubiy

Mom's washing machine, Harriet (the dryer is Ozzie - we name stuff,) finally bit the dust after 34 long years of perfect service.  She was an old school Maytag and has been around a tiny bit longer than my parent's marriage.  Awwww.

Mom and I trundled off to get a new one and, since I'm the only one home during the day, I was privileged to take delivery of the new machine.  Dad says, offhand, as he's leaving for work "have the delivery guys wipe out behind the old machine before they install the new one."  Um, have YOU ever met a delivery guy who cleans?  Me neither.

Delivery guy arrives, puts Harriet on the Truck Bound for the Farm Where Old Machines Live Out Their Days in Scratch-and-Dent Free Luxury (he promised!!) and THIS is what was left behind!!!

Some information this photograph does not impart: The number of dead crickets present, the godawful smell, and the pure, untamed dis-gus-ting of the entire ordeal.  The delivery guy graciously told me to "take my time."  Ugh.  

30 minutes, much vacuuming, scrubbing, dead cricket removal, removal of TWO live cockroaches discovered after the fact, and a high-pressure spraying of the plastic pan (in the foreground) later, and we have dramatic and material proof of just how much I love my parents.  

Apparently I love them a LOT.  I even sprayed diluted tea tree oil all over to prevent mold.  Do we have an "I'm the best Daughter ever (I have pretty low standards)" category?  No?  Okay, I'll stick this one in "It's Nature!" as there was certainly quite a bit of nature to contend with in the cleaning process.  

See?  I can justify anything. This is an AWESOME summer thing.  

Wishing you conscientious cleaning ladies or a high tolerance for gross, I mean Nature,

Rubiy