Cantaloupe Found

Remember that cantaloupe that went missing after I let Gabi use it as a baby?

I searched high and low for that piece of fruit, and when I couldn't find it, or smell it, I figured Gabi or Gilberto had thrown it away, and I didn't really need to worry about it anymore.

And out of site, out of mind. I'd totally forgotten about the mysteriously missing cantaloupe.

This morning when I was sweeping in the living room, my broom hit up against something under the bookshelf part of the entertainment center. I tried to catch it with the broom, and an overwhelming stench shot out. Followed by a swarm of fruit flies.

I thought for a second that I'd found a dead mouse and flying flesh eating beetles were attacking me. I shot across the room, arms flailing to ward off the flies, spitting raspberries so that I didn't inhale any, trying to save myself.

When I realized I wasn't going to die, I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the shelf to find out what the heck was under there.

I could barely breath. The air was thick with the most disgusting, sweetly putrid smell I've ever encountered. I didn't know I'd found the cantaloupe until I pulled the smelly mess out and saw the remnants of a smiley face.

Aha.

So that's where it was all this time.


The rotted section was the part laying against the floor. And considering how long it was there, it's not as rotted as it could've been. So glad I found it before it liquefied and melted all over the living room floor.

My lesson has been learned. No more fruit babies.