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About three or four days ago, Barb baked a cake.  This was a magnificent white cake, with pink raspberry frosting, and decorated with raspberries all over.  We ate some of this cake for dessert on the day she made it, and have had it for dessert a couple times since then.  The cake was being stored on the countertop in a tin cake dish, with a cover.

WELL.

Last night we got back late (11:00–that’s way beyond the witching hour for these folks), and everybody went to bed except Ron, because he insisted that he needed a little midnight snack before bed, and would have a piece of cake.

The next day after lunch, Barb decided to have a piece of cake for dessert, and she went into the kitchen and uncovered the cake, only to find that IT WAS COVERED IN DISGUSTING FUZZY GRAY MOLD!!!!!!!!!! Seriously.  There was like an inch of hair on that baby. 
           “Sakes alive!” She exclaimed. 
           “GROSS!!!!!”  I shouted, appropriately dismayed at the NASTY MONSTROSITY that had replaced our beautiful cake.
           “Hmm, maybe I’ll pass on the cake,” said Barb.  I patted her on the back comfortingly.
           “Ron…?” said Kathy, “Ron, did you actually eat a piece of cake last night? Or did you realize that there was something terribly wrong when you lifted the cover and saw all of that nasty blue fuzz, and decide against it?” 
            Ron patted his stomach and shrugged.
           ”Tasted fine to me!”

Seriously, these are the people I’ve been living with.