Produce betrayal

[meresy]

Oh, ready-to-eat baby carrots, why do you forsake me? What is it about my fridge that causes you to welcome pseudomonads or fungi or whatever the heck that gross whitish biofilm slime in your unopened bag is? All I want is to give you a good home with my dill and cucumber dip, and you go consorting with microorganisms.

Uncool, little carrots. Un. Cool.

Sad,

Me