Spluuuurk.
I laughed. The sound of the moldy bread squishing inside the ziplock bag was super gross.
So I poked the bag again.
Spluuuurk.
My cat jumped up on the table to see what I was doing. A cool breeze from the window ruffled his fluffy fur, and he squinted in the sunlight. Spluuuurk. He jumped backward and hissed.
“It’s OK, Sassafras,” I said, giggling and tickling his chin. “The mold is sealed inside the bag. It won’t get you, kitty!”
My cat didn’t look convinced.
“It’s actually really cool. I’m running two experiments with the old bread Mom found. See,” I said and pointed across the room. “That experiment over there is testing whether wet bread molds faster than dry bread.” I poked the bag on the table again. “And this one is testing whether warm bread molds faster than cold bread. That’s why it’s here in the sun.”
Sassafras poked a toe at the bag and wrinkled his nose.
“There are other bags in the fridge and freezer, but they don’t have any mold yet. Which means this one is much more fun to look at. Don’t you think, kitty?”
Sassafras scrunched up his face and jumped off the table. I guess he didn’t enjoy these mold experiments as much as I did.
Maybe he was too busy hoping the magic doorbell would ring. But ever since the sweet baby dragon I’d nursed back to health had left, the doorbell had been disappointingly silent. I was trying to fill my time with experiments to keep my mind busy. Working on science was way more fun than sitting outside my mom’s office, waiting and waiting and waiting for the sound of the magic doorbell.
I sighed.
Outside the window, there was a rustling in the bushes. Sassafras leapt onto the table. He pointed his ears toward our backyard and held very still, listening.
“You heard that, right?” I whispered to Sassafras.
He meowed once in reply without taking his eyes off the yard. We both pressed our faces to the window screen. Maybe it was a deer? Or a cute little chipmunk?
The bushes rustled again. Then something . . . or someone . . . cleared its throat. Sassafras and I jumped!