Mr. Aire bought a round watermelon. Yesterday, I told him it looked delicious.
Tonight, I wiped down the counter, wiped down the watermelon, and reached for a knife. I stuck the knife into the very attractive watermelon. I didn’t get it in but an inch when the whole thing cracked and exploded.
Wet, sticky liquid, with an odor so noxious that I can still bring the stench to my mind just by writing this, came blasting out. Literally shooting into the air, hitting the backsplash. Now I know why they call it a backsplash. Then it hit the window and me and ran off the counter into the dish washer. Some ran down the cupboard door. The smell.🤮🤢🤮. Did I mention how bad it smelled? Just awful and the liquid was all over the counter too. Keep in mind, I had only made one small puncture to this melon
Typically a kitchen disaster brings the Airedales looking for treats to steal. Not this time, they backed away— far away.
I got out a mop, a couple rags, and hot soapy water with non- chemical cleaner. I spent about 30 minutes cleaning up. Mr.Aire came in and said, what are you doing?” I tried to explain, yet, he was doubtful. Then I showed him the cracked watermelon shell. There is about half the flesh gone and a big empty cavity. On the outside it still looks lovely. I made him take the bag of smelly waste to the curb.
it was the weirdest thing I have ever seen. I am wondering if it was injected with something as a prank or whether it just rotted internally and fermented. It was bad. The end.