The Black Lagoon, in my kitchen. A reeking swamp. A rotting peat bog. A sodden burial ground for the newly dead. A petri dish. My dishwasher.
I don't like dishwashers very much and don't use them. I didn't ask for this one - it came in the apartment. It takes up valuable space. There could have been a cupboard there. A useful cupboard in which I could have stored my plastic containers and all their... hey!
An empty dishwasher is the PERFECT place to put containers and lids! YES! Nice little pull-out racks and... uuuuuuhhhhhgggggg! A reek so awful that it makes you think of French kissing a hippo. Oh, my God: how did this evil come to be among us?!?
I ran the dishwasher and left the door ajar so it would dry out in there. Two weeks later? Orange-ish green slimy goo which smells like the fart of a creature that eats only dead fish. I'm running it again, with Clorox. If I don't prevail, something will breed and grow in there. Something big enough to eat me.