This is not a job for the faint of heart. The fridge/freezer in the garage has its uses … extra beer and soda, Gatorade that needs to go into the hockey bag, large frozen pizzas that don’t fit upstairs. BTW, I decided that if we, a family of four, are buying pizza too big to fit into a normal sized kitchen freezer, maybe we have other issues that need resolving.
I’ve been avoiding looking too closely into the garage freezer for years. It was only when the smell started to linger after I’d closed the door, that I realized I needed to tackle this job. I mean, frozen stuff’s not supposed to smell, is it?
Hmmmm … what do have we here? Someone apparently brought us some fish they caught on a trip to Mexico … in 2005. I see waffles that are still in the box, but on closer inspection look like they have been trapped, perfectly preserved in small circular glaciers. Presumably, these are to be consumed by a frozen Neanderthal should they happen to defrost one anywhere in the vicinity. My freezer is not big enough for a frozen Neanderthal man, which is a bit sad if it actually turned out to look like Brendan Fraser.
My mind begins to wander … ok, back to the freezer contents. I see a 48-pack of Otter Pops. I put these down here intentionally, so if the kids wanted some on a hot summer day, they had to eat them outside, so as not to decorate the rug with a bright blue color not found in nature. I think that was at least three summers ago, because these were stuck so far in the back of the freezer they couldn’t be retrieved without an ice pick. Note to self: send info to Jussle calendar to remind me to buy more Otter Pops tomorrow … and an ice pick.
There is a bottle of peppermint schnapps which must have made its way here after a Tahoe trip. Seeing it contains only about an eighth of an inch of frozen schnapps gives me a clue as to why I don’t remember having any of it.
And the piece de la resistance … Tigger. Tigger was my daughter’s hamster in 3rd grade, which is four years ago. Luckily, I can’t see Tigger. He or she is bagged in several Ziploc’s and inside a paper bag with its name written on it in Sharpie. If I remember correctly, we did not have time to give Tigger the burial ceremony he deserved, but didn’t want it lying around for any length of time. I think this was intended to be a 24-48 hour remedy. How time flies. Now two hamsters later it’s still here … a furry frozen friend.
I knew what I had to do. I quickly thrust it back into the far recesses of the freezer. What the heck? If we wait long enough, science may have progressed to the point at which he can be reanimated
June 23, 2011 at 6:01 pm |
As always, you words brighten my day. Poor Tigger, has to wait around for reanimation. I wonder if cloning works from frozen tissue?