A death in the refrigerator
Opening my fridge this morning, I see the fennel bulb that I’ve been keeping in there for soup has developed some lovely brown spots that squish on contact. My first instincts are to recoil and then throw it into the trash still wrapped in the plastic produce bag around it so I don’t have to smell the rot. Then I reminded that death is always with us, and looking away is silly, and besides, I can use that plastic bag to scoop up dog poop later.
I drop the fennel bulb into the trash alone and keep the bag, slime spotting the interior.