Part Three of Three: After a week, my sock was still missing. I was tempted to have it listed on a milk carton. But, then I was reminded by students that it was only a sock. I went around my business that week with the thought of my missing sock in the back of my head. One night I saw something white in Alfalfa’s mouth as he ran by the foot of the couch on a b-line for the bed. “HA!” I yelled as I jumped to my feet, “My sock!” Alfalfa was long gone by the time I got on my hands and knees to check for my missing sock under my bed. “Dude,” I said, “I just want my sock back!” to the empty space under the bed.
I went back to watching TV. Nothing good was on and my mind drifted as I nodded off. It brought me to an Alfalfa in Wonderland place. I had a dream that my sock had fallen down some guinea pig hole. It was running from me and Alfalfa was sitting on a mushroom smoking hookah asking me, “Who are you?” Thank goodness Alfalfa’s loud protest for his dinner woke me up before I had fallen too far into that fantasy land. Shaking my head to clear the strange visions from my head, I got up to feed the master of the house. I went to the refrigerator, got his food, and feed him. As I was walking back to the refrigerator, I noticed that there was a piece of white sticking out from under the bed. My mind yelled, ‘THE SOCK!’ I fell to my knees and grabbed at the sock.
As I got my hand around the sock, two things happened: First, I saw Alfalfa charging at me from the corner of my eye. Second, I felt some sort of gooey, sticky, nasty substance on the sock. Now, as you know from my previous blogs, I tend to be a calm person with understated reactions to many unexpected events. In other words, I freak out quite easily at the smallest thing. This situation was no exception. I yelled, dropped the sock, and held my right hand up in the air like it had some foreign disease. I truly wondered if I needed to call the CDC for a treatment protocol. “YUCK!” I yelled as I sprung to my feet and dashed for the kitchen sink.
I turned the hot water on and shoved my hand under the water hoping to get the offending substance off of my hand as soon as possible. “Nasty! Nasty! Nasty…” I kept repeating as I scrubbed my hand with soap, hot water, and a sponge. As I calmed down, I noticed that the water was incredibly hot and I was burning my hand. I yanked from out of the streaming stream of water. “Great,” I mumbled as I inspected my hand for signs of burns. I turned off the water and grabbed a dish towel.
I walked back into the living room drying my hands. Alfalfa was standing next to the bed with the missing sock. He looked ready to bolt if I made a move for him. He was huffing at me in anger. “Don’t worry,” I explained as I walked past him to the couch, “I don’t want that NASTY sock back anymore…” Alfalfa ran under the bed with sock in tow. I sat down to watch TV again. I had decided that my sock was lost forever. Several minutes later Alfalfa walked past me and over to his cage to eat. “So,” I teased when he was past me. He turned and looked at me with indignation, “I see you have a girlfriend…”