I am the world's worst housekeeper. I believe that's indisputable. And yet what happened last week freaked even me out.
Then I went out for brunch. On the way back, a pigeon pooped on my head. Talk about creepy/ooky! The birdshit felt warm as it ran down my face! I couldn't get home fast enough to wash it off. Once again, I reached for the big, dirty white towel because I didn't to ruin my linens with pigeon poop.
I washed the big white towel and not all of it came out. That's how filthy it was. It went through the washer and still came out filthy.
This weekend, it gets bleached. If any of the creepy/ooky is still visible, I'm giving it up to the dumpster.