The last few weeks I woke most mornings to find a strange lump of congealed goo in my kitchen sink.
It was clear and very sticky, having the consistency of glue, and no bigger than a coin. I washed it away the first few times but then, as it turned up more and more, started to wonder what the hell it was. And what it wanted.
Was the kid playing a trick on me? Were the degus escaping from their cage and making offerings to their god? Was some disgruntled (or possibly even gruntled) ex-employee making their way in when I was in work and screwing with my head?
I really had no idea.
But then, a few days ago, the answer dawned on me and I realised what it was.
I would show you a photo but that would maybe give the game away, and anyway I don’t have one. Oh wait, now I do, and there it is. See?
So what was it, my lovely readers? The first with the correct answer will win karma, pride, kudos, brownie-points and other diffuse measures of achievement and acclaim.