Attack of the Killer Squash

A true story...

A couple days ago Connie decided to make spaghetti squash for dinner. Fortunately, I had some leftovers to eat; I don't like spaghetti squash.

Prior to cooking, Connie attacked the squash with a fork, piercing it in several places. I watched this with amusement. I'm not likely to see Connie stabbing anything else in this life.

She put the squash in the microwave and proceeded to stir the sauce she was cooking on the stove top. The microwave oven is mounted above the stove, so she could keep an eye on the microwave while she worked on the sauce. I went into the garage to get something from the car.

I heard a scream.

I ran into the house, wondering if I should grab a weapon. "Are you okay?" I called out.

I found Connie in the kitchen, with shreds of tissue stuck to her in various places. There were more shreds on the floor and on the kitchen counter.

"What happened?"

She pointed to the microwave. Within I saw the spaghetti squash, now split open. Connie calmed down enough to tell me the story.

She was standing there, stirring her sauce, when the squash exploded. Despite her stabbing it, the internal pressure from heated steam overcame the structure of the squash, and it sploded. It blew with such force that it popped the microwave door open, which swung out and hit Connie in the head, followed by shreds of squash.

With the door open, the microwave shut itself off. Like our fish tank that caught fire, broke and put out its own fire, the squash had exploded and extinguished the microwave.

I helped clean up, and Connie ate the squash. Her scalp suffered only a minor indignity from the door.

That was Friday night's adventure. Yesterday and today brought further adventures. But that's another post...


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