What mold looks like when it attacks your pants
I know I've already written about some of the weird things that humidity does, like make your floor all gummy and your food sticky. After yesterday and today's findings, I couldn't help but add a little more to this topic.
Yesterday I scoured through the closet looking for empty hangars since I was doing laundry. I scooted my dress pants down the rod and something caught my eye. This "something" was on my linen pants, and not just on a little bit, but all over (see above picture - you can double click on it to enlarge). I pulled the pants out and gasped. Or at least I think I did, but I was the only one home so who knows. All I can say is I was horrified and not happy. Being the dedicated blogger that I have become, my first thought was (okay, not my first thought, but perhaps my second) that I needed to take a picture of this so everyone could see what we have to live with here in "paradise".
Let me insert a little disclaimer here. Not every part of the island has the extreme levels of humidity that we do. We live in one of the wettest parts of the island, which is why we have the lush backyard. It has been raining for days. Not continuously, but when it does, it makes you wonder who Mother Nature is so mad at because it's as if she's getting her frustrations out at us here in little 'ole Maunawili Estates.
Our repair man, Gary, came over to work on our bathroom sinks yesterday and since he's lived here for years I asked him what we could do about the humidity in the house. He suggested running the air conditioner, which dries things out. Or, we could invest in a dehumidifier. Who would have thought an Idaho native would ever have to purchase a piece of equipment to dry out the air? My brain has a hard time wrapping itself around that since all my life I've dealt with it being too dry.
Gary said he knows a man who has a room in his house that is used only for drying out his documents. Apparently the humidity has taken siege on his documents and he wanted to prevent them from becoming destroyed. Can you imagine? Sorry Mr. IRS auditor, the numbers on last year's tax returns have melted off the page.
A couple of weeks ago I was about to leave the house and thought my breath was in need of some help so I went to the drawer where I had stashed some Orbit gum. When I picked up the box of gum, it was completely oily and it had dissolved into mush, with a hint of wintergreen. I had to wash my hands. They were completely covered in sticky oil. It was so gross.
Yesterday I scoured through the closet looking for empty hangars since I was doing laundry. I scooted my dress pants down the rod and something caught my eye. This "something" was on my linen pants, and not just on a little bit, but all over (see above picture - you can double click on it to enlarge). I pulled the pants out and gasped. Or at least I think I did, but I was the only one home so who knows. All I can say is I was horrified and not happy. Being the dedicated blogger that I have become, my first thought was (okay, not my first thought, but perhaps my second) that I needed to take a picture of this so everyone could see what we have to live with here in "paradise".
Let me insert a little disclaimer here. Not every part of the island has the extreme levels of humidity that we do. We live in one of the wettest parts of the island, which is why we have the lush backyard. It has been raining for days. Not continuously, but when it does, it makes you wonder who Mother Nature is so mad at because it's as if she's getting her frustrations out at us here in little 'ole Maunawili Estates.
Our repair man, Gary, came over to work on our bathroom sinks yesterday and since he's lived here for years I asked him what we could do about the humidity in the house. He suggested running the air conditioner, which dries things out. Or, we could invest in a dehumidifier. Who would have thought an Idaho native would ever have to purchase a piece of equipment to dry out the air? My brain has a hard time wrapping itself around that since all my life I've dealt with it being too dry.
Gary said he knows a man who has a room in his house that is used only for drying out his documents. Apparently the humidity has taken siege on his documents and he wanted to prevent them from becoming destroyed. Can you imagine? Sorry Mr. IRS auditor, the numbers on last year's tax returns have melted off the page.
A couple of weeks ago I was about to leave the house and thought my breath was in need of some help so I went to the drawer where I had stashed some Orbit gum. When I picked up the box of gum, it was completely oily and it had dissolved into mush, with a hint of wintergreen. I had to wash my hands. They were completely covered in sticky oil. It was so gross.
Poor little chicken. Its sucker took a leak on my desk.This morning I was working in the office and grabbed my ruler off the top of the desk. My hand got sticky and when I turned over the ruler, there was a red substance on it. I thought maybe the glue used to adhere the cork on the back of the ruler was melting. Then I had one of those "aha" moments. I stood up and cleared out the clutter on the top of the desk and there was the culprit. My old sucker was surrounded in a red sticky pool. The stupid chicken that is holding the sucker in it's mouth wasn't smart enough to drop it and run. But, I guess since it's legs are tied together, that might be difficult. Oh, and the fact that it is a rubber chicken might have something to do with it also. Poor thing, just look at the horror on its face.
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