Tupperware Mating Season
I only wish spring was near, but till then, please enjoy this My Odd Sock favorite…
I ignored the signals like a politician ignores their constituents, the warming temperatures, the brighter sky, the chirping birds. It all adds up–winter was finally giving way to spring!
It is quickly becoming the time of year when the world comes alive.
How did I miss the signs? Why didn’t I open my eyes? I have only pondered the question of “Where do they all come from?” But the answer was before me all along….
It’s Tupperware mating season!
My assumption was confirmed as I opened the cabinet door and two containers tumbled onto the floor in a reproductive embrace.
Further investigation proved the prolific nature of a container’s procreation.
Looking for an explanation, I poured over my old college textbooks of Biology, Botany and Zoology.
All to no use.
I tried to determine which containers were male and which were female–but no external reproductive organs could be identified.
Yet I postulated something was occurring as I discovered juvenile Tupperware hatchlings nesting within the cabinet.
Not knowing what to call them , I remembered there is a “school” of fish, a “pride” of lions…so this must be a “set” of containers.
“Circumstantial evidence” I hear you say. But it is the only viable answer to the question….
…’Where do they all come from?”
Yes, they reproduce.
They multiple.
It is their mating season.
Have you noticed this in YOUR home?
Let these words serve as your warning. So heed caution when looking for something to store leftovers. And shield young, innocent eyes before opening the cabinet door.
Yes, spring is in the air and all living things sense the change in seasons.
8 Replies to “Tupperware Mating Season”
ROTFLMAO
Oh, Speckled Brain…I love it when you ROTFLMAO.
I figured since I was already at the floor level, rolling and laughing my a** off could add some fun to the fact I have been finding my way down there lately anyways. And being reminded it was mating season, what a great way to find out where all those dang things keep piling up from. It’s like they’re having their own O**, uh, something or another. 🙂
Thanks for the great fun, as usual.
I love this!!!!
Thank you so much for explaining this to me as I always wondered where all the small containers came from. Sometimes, even too small to use for anything?! Seems they’re almost as bad as rabbits…………. LOL
As our good ma Charlie Would say: I have a 10,000-year-old brain and the boogers of a 7-year-old. That’s how I describe myself. That’s how i describve this blog.
Most awesome!
Does this account for strange sounds in the middle of the night? If so, not sure if I’m relieved or more concerned!