Sometime last week
Sometimes I wish mold would grow quicker. I find myself cultivating a deep hatred for the food in the fridge. I wonder if that odd smell is just how cold cubes of meat smell or whether it's been left too long. I wonder if I'll die from eating it and how long it will take people to find my body. You can't really yell at a dead person for doing a crappy house-stting job. In fact, generally, you really wish they were back. If mold grew faster it would just make it that much easier to know when to throw out this food. For good measure I throw it out anyway.