So, Ethan has a habit of grabbing items out of the refrigerator and making off with them at top speed. A previous example of this was the strawberry syrup.
This morning the warfare escalated.
This morning . . . it was the fish sauce.
When we, the policia, gave chase, Ethan threw the evidence in an effort to keep us from finding it — like any crackhead worth his salt. The bottle broke.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, smells quite like an entire bottle of fermented fish sauce. Not even Vinnie's impacted glands.
Poor Greg cleaned it up because I was trying to get Laurel to school on time. I had to come back in after something, and although I don't typically have a weak stomach, I got the heaves. Whew.
Fish sauce on the floor, my friends, is nasty. However, I'm seeing this as a positive turn of events. I think this could be an effective weapon against my enemies.