Smarty pants

The other day I started up the garbage disposal only to hear a horrendous noise. Fuzz started screaming immediately. I admit, it always scares me when things unknowingly fall down there and I turn it on too. I don't do it very often, maybe only 2 or 3 times, ever.

I thought one of Fuzz's spoons fell down there, they are little, it made sense. I stuck my hand down there to dig it out. It was glass. A glass baby food jar had fallen down there. No good. So I did my best to get it all out but as I was digging around visions of my hand getting chopped to pieces overtook me and I had to quit.

Now mind you, I was no where near the switch to turn it on, but I kept envisioning a little button down there that possibly turns it on automatically (unrealistic, yes...but scary nonetheless), so I just couldn't do it. Besides, there were so many tiny pieces that I thought it was improbable that I would retrieve them all.

I was trying to think of what to do to get it all out. My mom suggested running it with some lemon peels, thinking the glass would stick in the peel and go down. Not bad, I thought. Then when I told Stryker about it he suggested the vacuum. Brilliant! It worked magnificently. What a smarty pants.