My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Yesterday, my roomie raised the possibility of airborne mold in the apartment.  Although her expertise is limited to having seen an episode of King of the Hill in which the Hill house is “contaminated” by mold (this later turns out to be a racket by which the mold removal industry generates lots of money), it might explain why our two pitiful houseplants were smothered to death by mold at their roots and why any fruit left out in the open has a two days life-span before succumbing to mold.  I think it may be a bad sign when every living thing in the apartment dies.

Of course, this mold scare could be a product of our over-active imaginations (especially as there do not appear to be any other signs – like actual mold in the apartment), but having briefly looked into the side effects of a mold-infestation (many admittedly serious), this problem may be enough to really render our apartment uninhabitable.  I may actually have to do something about this, which truly tests the depths of my laziness.  Possible death and serious illness or investigate further and possible move?  Stay tuned…

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