Thursday, December 6, 2007

Beware o' the Bacon Monster who lives in your fridge.

When you find your milk has gone sour, that was the Bacon Monster.

When you see your pasta sauce has grown hair, it's cause of the Bacon Monster.

When your eggs take a sudden turn from good to bad, blame the Bacon Monster.

If there's anything in the fridge, teetering on the edge of spoilage, it's in the sights of the Bacon Monster. He just can't resist spoiling food.

The Bacon Monster used to be the Bacon Man. He was just as he sounded- a little man made of bacon who lived in the fridge. His job was to turn on the light when the door was shut. He was made out of bacon so he could go about his business unnoticed. After all, most logical people would freak out if there were a little man living in the fridge.

But there was a flaw in his design. Meat spoils. Especially bacon.

So after some time, the Bacon Man became the Bacon Monster. He became spoiled and mischievous. At first, he would just move things around in the fridge with the goal of confusion. Then he'd open packages and loosen jar lids. His goal was to create spills and other messes. But the Bacon Monster noticed that some foods would go bad.

And he felt that all food should spoil. Just like he had so long ago.

When foods became full of preservatives, he had to work overtime to ruin them. He'd dance on pies and leftovers only to run across butter later. You might have witnessed his track marks. They look like knife and fork imprints full of crumbs.

He loves swimming in orange juice. Usually after he's punched holes in your fruit.

And his most favorite thing is squeezing bottles of ketchup and mustard just enough to create a gooey mess under the cap.

So if you see odd spots in your fridge, or you notice that food isn't lasting as long as it should, beware. There just might be a Bacon Monster living in your fridge.

1 comment:

Kristen said...

If you could just make this a little more simplistic, and get a great artist... it would be a great children's book! Reminds me of the little man who used to live in my dad's car. He would turn the lights off after we got out. I was scared of him.