Still like to let the dishes sit for a while before washing them. Seems a shame to wash away their uniqueness until its hard some time to be properly appreciated.
I walked over to the kitchen sink to wash my hands totally unaware that it was filled with living crabs and totally almost screamed out loud. Haha. I HATE CRABS! EWWWW! (I love their pretty blue claws, though)
On Wednesday night, I came home to my apartment and right when I closed the door, I heard this scuttling, clanking noise coming from (what I thought) was the bathroom. I called out to my roommate, and when no one answered I started wondering if I'd startled a burgler who was hiding in the bathroom. I ran into my room, grabbed a bat, and started slowly advancing on the bathroom. I stopped in the kitchen, heart pounding in my throat and listened intently when suddenly from the sink immediately to my left there was a loud "PANG! SPLASH!" I almost shit myself.
I looked in the sink and there was a big bin filled with murky water (I used a flash for the pic above, the sink was dark and you couldn't see that there was anything in the bucket at the time). I was like "What the fuck does my crazy roommate have banging around in a giant pot in the sink?" I took a chopstick and went to stir the pot a bit when a pair of pincers splashed out of the water and took a swipe at it. (Causing me to nearly shit myself again).
