mushrooms.

There were mushrooms on the rug near the fridge. 

Six of them. 

SIX. 

SIX.

They were very speedily disposed of.

Disgusting. 

I can't even stand mushroom that are dead. You know, the ones on the plate. 

This may be my Father's world and you may be my Father's creation, but I consider your uninvited presence in my house a serious invasion of privacy. 

For the record,

This is not cute. Apologies to wishpony.com.

This is also not cute. 

Even this is not cute.

I hate mushrooms.

Although I do like mushroom soup and mushroom sauce.