The Black Blotch appeared suddenly on the wall behind our washing machine.
“That’s mold,” my wife said with a frown. “We’ve got to cut out that sheetrock and get rid of it.”
“It doesn’t smell like mold,” I said, sniffing behind the machine. “And its only about six inches square. I’ll get around to it in a bit.”
“It’s mold,” my wife insisted, “and it must be growing inside the wall, because it’s dry behind the washing machine. There could be a lot of it, and it can grow fast.”
“Yes, well I’m busy with . . .”
An hour later I received an e-mail from my wife with the addresses of several websites that discussed removing mold infestations. I didn’t think the mold attack was serious — but she sure did. I decided to just go ahead and remove the silly Blotch.