Sufficiently disgusted.

I finally decided to clean the kitchen windowsill, that space between the window and the storm window that can get kind of gross after awhile. It was gross when we moved in, and I was just too lazy to get to it. Basically, there was some dirt, and the space was littered with what I thought were..."plant pieces." Like, tree debris? Stuff falls from trees all the time, right? Oh, penelope, you are so naive.

First of all, there is no tree by the kitchen window. There's a tree just past the deck that's in front of the window, but it's a good ways away. The debris would have to perform some fancy tricks to fly into that windowsill space.

Secondly, those were bugs. Little bug carcasses, of all varieties. Deader than proverbial doornails. And for who knows how long.

One word: crunch.

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. Perhaps I shall write a bug-inspired haiku.