Mari Ann said it best when she uttered, “When was the last time we had tater tots?” This, of course, should be a familiar site to anyone who has ever had to move an appliance. The years of looking casually around for witnesses and sweeping a fallen object under the stove had finally caught up to me. I had braced myself for the horror I would inevitably uncover and was actually expecting far worse. Remember everyone, just inches away from your seemingly spotless kitchen dwells a pile of hair, skin flakes, dust, food, and possible mouse skeletons waiting to be uncovered once you decide to improve your house.
That poor tater tot. It has been down there all by itself for who knows how long. It will never know the joy of being devoured and digested in a stomach full of acid. Damn shame.