It was a quiet Sunday morning. With church not starting until two, my roommates and I were all minding our own business, taking the morning easy. There was a slight thump near our door.
"Probably someone visiting next door," Liz said.
Being in a complex, you often hear the comings and goings of the next door neighbors. We continued to get ready for church. The blowdryers ran, the curling irons heated and sounds of running shower water filled the air.
A real knock at the door approached. "Come in!" several of us shouted simultaneously. The door creaked open.
"Why is there a dead fish on your doormat?"
We all went over to where a frozen dead fish, laying on its back, looked up at us. I could hear the "glug, glug, glug" of my stomach churning.
Freddie the fish chilled on the frontdoorstep until we were about to leave for church.
Melissa and Liz started rounding up the usual suspects. Lance was out of town and Levi claims he wasn't around during the hour of dropoff. We're still checking out the alibis.
For the person who put the dead fish there--whoever you are-- beware! I watch Bones, Law and Order, and Cake Boss. (So the last one doesn't have anything to do with this, but I do love seeing the elaborate cakes they make...)
If there's anything I've learned from Hollywood, it's that there is always evidence left behind. We will find you. If it's the last thing we do!