Update: the battle of the fridge continues... (for history see Spring Fever

Okay, so we went out of town. The kids and I went for 2 weeks (more on that later), but Jim was home for the first week of it and then flew to join us. A week alone is not a horrible thing to do to a refrigerator. Right? I figured it would enjoy the peace and quiet, you know, kick-back, relax, maybe not make so much ice and all. But NOOOO--You wanna know what that piece of crap did?!

We got home around 3am, stumbled in the door, shuffled all the kids upstairs to bed and fell in bed ourselves. So we didn't see it. I did notice a strange smell in my semi-conscious stupor. I remember thinking "Oh crap. Is that what our house normally smells like? yuk." Then I made a mental note to get some new air fresheners. Well, thankfully that's not what our house normally smells like...right? I mean, we're not one of those "stinky-house people" are we? You'd tell me if we were, right? See...now the damn thing has me paranoid.

Anyway, the next morning I walk into the kitchen and notice this brownish-reddish stuff on the icemaker push thingy...and all down the front of the fridge. I'm thinking, oh great, somebody put a root beer in the freezer and it exploded. Then I notice the same stuff on the floor tile grout. Gross. It's dried now, but obviously was liquid at one point because it followed the groove of the grout throughout most of the kitchen...so there must have been alot of it, too. So, I open the freezer door and it goes "sqqqquiiiiik" (you know what sound I mean, cause you just sounded it out, didn't you?).

When I look inside, there's no sign of any pop-can explosion, but then I notice where the brown liquid came from...All the meat I bought at Costco just before our trip (because the kids were going to start school 2 days after we got back and I knew I wouldn't have time to stock up and things would be hectic, so I went before we left and totally stocked the freezer)...roasts, pork chops, steaks, chicken, hamburger, veggies. All of it had completely thawed out and the roast ziplock bag on the very top shelf (above the icemaker, of course) had leaked...filling the ice bucket container holder thing with beef blood and when the ice in there melted, you guessed it, it drained all that bloody water all over the inside of the freezer and out the ice dispenser, down the front of the fridge and all over the floor.

Nice.

I blame myself really. I should have known the dang thing was being too cooperative. I should have suspected a sneak attack while I was away. Ever since I bought the blender with the "crushed ice" mode--that fridge ice maker was being way too helpful. Making plenty of ice...shooting it out whenever we pushed the little cup-pushy lever thing. Now I get it. It was just biding it's time...waiting for just the right moment to strike out at me. But the meat?!!!? All the meat?!?! That's just going too far. This means war.

Oh, I know what you're thinking..."but what if the power went out? It's not the fridge's fault if there's a power outage". Ya, ya. I thought of that. I tried to give it the benefit of the doubt. I tried to explain away such a blatant act of hostility. But we checked all the clocks. None of them were blinking...all said the correct time. So there couldn't have been a power failure. And remember the "sqqqquiiiiik" sound? No, the door wasn't left open either. And here's the clincher: everything in the freezer had refrozen. So the *&#@$%! thing had shut down long enough to ruin everything it contained and then turned back on and acted like everything was fine.

OH MY GOODNESS! I just figured it out!

It was trying to poison us! If it hadn't been for the leaky ziplock and the beef blood all over, we might not have known the meat was bad. That's it! Holy Crap! I'm living with a possessed, serial killing refrigerator.

This is going to take more than bleach and scrubbing to deal with. I'm going to have to do some serious stategerizing. I'll get back to you when I've formulated a retaliatory strike plan. For now, I'm going to lay low and try not to anger it. Buy my ice at the store, small ice cream containers and popcicles only...

But I'll have my revenge. Oh, yes. I'll have my revenge. Just wait....you'll see...