So here I am — on a perfectly normal Saturday — trying to fish a rogue LEGO out from under a decrepit shelf (and yes, I still step on them). I looked over and there was this thing in the dusty shadows. Lumpy. Sticky-looking. Kinda… crunchy? My initial thought: Nice, a dead mouse. But to my surprise, it was Old Floam.
Because that is just what you want to deal with before coffee.
I prodded it with the end of a pencil (standard procedure) and it didn’t budge. Thank God. But it
also didn’t really resemble something living. It was this strange,
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