Day 11


Liquidized.


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I was wrong about the maggots. They're still there, just buried under the ground beef. I hate to admit it, but I was almost happy to see them.

The beef itself has blorped outward. It's filling the plate, and I may have to go in before too long with a fork, on a rescue mission for the steak.


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A closeup reveals that the steak is looking remarkably like beef jerky. It's really too bad. I like beef jerky... but some images just burn into your head.

The hot dogs are completely gone. Even the chunk-o-dog that was nearby has vanished. All attention is now being focused on the goopy ground beef.

I've recieved numerous suggestions for excuses I can use, if I am caught in the act by the neighbors.
Some favorites:

Joey writes:
"I saw a homeless person with this plate of meat and he dropped it and ran when he saw me coming."

Zack writes:
"Admit defeat. Say you did it for science. I did it, and I'd do it again."

Angus writes:
"I was wondering if I could borrow your BBQ."

Ktuli writes:
"Hey - you do know that there are city ordinances about this kind of stuff - I have digital photos, and if you don't clean that up soon, I'll have to contact the city authorities."

Colin writes:
"Oh, so that's where my rotting plate of meat went."