It comes when you least expect it. It lurks in your corner, waiting to catch you off guard. It spreads and attacks just when you think your safe.
No I'm not talking about interactive dinner groups, I'm talking about:
Yup, we've got the toxic (which there is actually no such thing as toxic mold. It's a media hype), fuzzy, green monster under our bathroom sink. This isn't really surprising news since we've had a mysterious sink leak going on.
Hey, we contacted the apartment complex and they have yet to respond but knowing the sadistic nature of apartment complexes, we'll probably end up taking the bullet for this one. Why yes, I sabotage my sinks so that mold can grow. I like how it smells like musty shiz and the fact that I get to breathe in the spores daily not to mention baby Jack.