Pickles

I HATE pickles.

The smell.

The taste.

Oh and the pickle residue... SICK!

When I was fixing myself a bowl of cereal this morning,

all I could smell was pickles.

Was this some sort of joke?

Nope.

The jar of pickles I laid on its side to make more room in our itty bitty fridge

decided to leak itself from the top shelf down to all other shelves and drawers,

and onto the kitchen floor.

I think the pickles knew how much I hated them

and decided to fight back.

Those stinky jerks!

This pickle escapade is just like spiders.

They never seem to come around until I am home alone.

Defenseless and scared.

Pickles and spiders.

Death to them all!