Far from Godliness

Most people today use robots to clean their kitchens, I think. I mean, they have robots guarding the New York City water supply (who knew?!) so I can only assume. Or at the very least, a long-handled scrub brush.

My parents use a sponge. An old sponge. It is green. Is IS green. As in, it has been around long enough for me to give it, the one sponge, a definitive color.

Yesterday, as I was drinking coffee, out of the corner of my eye I saw the sponge rise on the feet of what could only be many bacteria and move several feet across the counter. I looked back at my coffee for the remainder of my kitchen sojourn.