What lies beneath
Heather and Andy (Fisher) stayed over at our house last night. Andy mentioned he had woken up at 3:00 AM to drive up from Santa Barbara for the tournament, so he was happy to go to bed early last night. Heather played hard and had also been up early, though not as early as Andy, so was also willing to go to bed early.
We arrived home later than desired after the great food and fun at Lyndsay's house, so both Heather and Andy were motivated to change the sheets on the guest room beds and go to sleep. As I pulled the trundle bed out from under the main bed, I noticed a book on the floor. Realizing it was pink, I reached down and pulled it out. A Barbie book! I recognized it as Gaby's from her February visit.
I chuckled, and looked again under the bed.
Oooof, lots of dog hair. Not good for a dog-free room.
Oh, wait, another book. I pulled that one out. It was another one of Gaby's. Boy, that kid must be sad, I thought.
I looked under again, and saw that something was off under the bed. I couldn't quite place what was wrong, but something was. I kept looking in the back corner under the bed, and realized that either something was under the bed, or the delivery guys didn't take all the packing materials with them. I left the room for a moment and came back with a broom.
Using the handle, I fished out what was in the back corner, under the bed.
A baby bottle.
Full of rotten, moldy, spoiled, fermented, chunky milk.
Now, I'm not 100% sure here, but I don't think Gaby was still drinking from a baby bottle. However, the other alternative was that it was Jake's bottle.
I'm not sure which frightens me more.