Like bugs under a rock

As someone who likes a clean place, but has a lot of difficult keeping a place clean, I do what I can, but I’m not perfect and OCD about it.

Yesterday, I thought it would be good to scrub off the table, which is three times a day assaulted by goopy hands that are quite particular about what they bring to a tightly clenched mouth. I decided to unhook the booster seat that attaches to the chair we keep at the table, since it was also thoroughly caked. I had seen a stray noodle that slipped underneath while I scrubbed, so I wanted to assess the damage.

The expression I’m about to use makes one think bugs, but let me assure you that although I feared a giant family of cockroaches were under this chair, there was not a single insect visible to the naked eye. I cannot comment on the bugs too small to see.

It was like uncovering bugs under a rock! What I uncovered though reminded me of flipping over rocks to find bugs when I was a kid. Do you remember doing that? Our old house had these giant rocks that lined the street, and I remember flipping them over one at a time to find potato bugs, beetles, worms, ants, and anything else that may have sought solace in a quiet dark place. Apparently, Michelle’s food seeks quiet dark places too. I don’t want to admit how long it’s been since that booster seat had been unhooked, but it hasn’t been terribly long. It was a good indicator of what my child hides away though. Scraps of every meal she’s had at the table since the last time that seat was moved.

To be clear, there was no mold, bugs, or stink escaping from this refuge. But it was pretty gross all the same.

What’s the lesson here? I don’t know. Clean more? Feed less? Or just move on because it’s probably going to happen again.