That may be a bit melodramatic, but that’s how I explained my find to Roger last night on the phone. And so, while I should be uploading my meager offerings to Dr. Birdcage’s wedding photo pool, I am instead uploading pictures of the scary moldy mystery cheesesque-product that I found in our fridge to flickr.

We never buy stuff like this. We served Indian food at the last party. I don’t know how this came to live with us or why. Or what it wants from me. I’m just guessing it appeared during the party. It’s possible, although admittedly improbable, that it crawled into our house under it’s own power and let itself into the refrigerator. I believe the party scenerio is the more likely of the two.