The little pair of boxer briefs sat in a damp corner of the tub.
“Yuck,” I thought. What would I find? A nighttime accident…? A Virgil’s Vanilla Cream Soda spill…? Or maybe not. Maybe they had simply been hanging over the wall of the bathtub one day, had gotten too close to the shower spray, had fallen in, and were just left there. Fermenting. In the tub. For too long now.
I reached in and fished them out. I knew I would have to sniff them. How else could I be sure about the back story surrounding their appearance in the guest bathroom tub? How else would I know whether they needed to be thoroughly rinsed and wrung…(nighttime accident) or just tossed into the next load…(Virgil’s vanilla Cream Soda spill)?
I wasn’t wearing my glasses. So maybe that was why the… thing… the… shape… outlined against the black cotton draws… didn’t readily register. I put those draws way too close to my face, hesitantly about to take a whiff… when all of a sudden…
Not the undies. That… THING… ON the undies…!!
It was huge…! It was gross…! It was a centipede.
I knee-jerk flung the underwear into … Continue reading..