Thank God it was just a Banana

I had another, "What did I just step in moment?" the other day but it turned out okay. It was squishy. The room was dark. It was about the size of a small turd. It was soft more like a dog than a cat. I flipped the switch with not a small amount to trepidation. It was the top third of a banana. I didn't send it to a forensics lab but it appeared to my untrained eye to be at least twelve hours old. Some bruising had occured and parts were a bit dark. Probably discarded by one of the heathens who have never heard of a garbage can. I might have been upset about that. Some people would be. But not me. I was just glad it was a banana.

Thank God it was just a banana.