If I hadn’t taken the photo myself, I mightn’t believe it to be true.

As it decayed, the bit of cream in this cup’s last sip of coffee had some life to yet support, and spawned an hilarious caricature.

This was left in an out-of-the way corner of a kitchen I worked at a few years ago. Genuinely impressed by nature’s ways, my first comment was, “Hey guys, check it out, this goop looks like Cartman.”

Tactfully I withheld my second comment, an inquiry: “Why couldn’t whichever one of you thoughtless degenerate stoners that left it there a week ago just’ve thrown it out?”

Mould moves in mysterious ways, its wonders to perform. It performs at quick-time in a restaurant kitchen, and I’ll never work in one again, so help me God.