Visceral | Heather Zundel

It was the other night and my roommates and I knew we had to clear out the fridge – so we had "leftover night." Among the dishes were Hawaiian, Chicken Alfredo, Hamburger Helper, and leftover rice." All in all it was extremely good, we had a blast tearing through the old cartons and laughing through the woes of the day. But when we got to the rice, boy were we in for a surprise. Little had we realized just how long it had lain dormant in there, and were quite surprised to discover that rice can grow pink mold if left alone for a month. It was amazing, I have never seen anything like it before. It wasn’t like the nasty spotted mold dotting your cheese or bread like a disease. It was soft and fuzzy. It was positively cute. The hairs reached out like unshorn grass, but infinitely softer and I could not stop staring or help but think how soft it would be to have a whole bed of it to sleep in. Then I promptly did a mental check and asked myself if I had seriously thought about sleeping in a pile of mold.