why one must not forget the coffee press

This would seem obvious to those who like coffee... forget the coffee press? Impossible! But in a household such as mine, where one of the two coffee drinkers really doesn't like coffee-press coffee and prefers to use the espresso machine, using the press for one cup of coffee doesn't make sense. It takes longer, you have to heat the water separately, etc.

So it had been a while since I had used the coffee press. It had gotten pushed to the back of the counter. Melanie noticed it back there Monday, and commented to me... something to the effect of "the coffee press is looking scary". I had to think for a second, then realized she probably meant that I had forgot to remove the grounds last time I used it, and it was turning into a science experiment. Indeed, that was the case... it growled. It had mirrored glasses and a manifesto. It made vague references to my mother's safety.

So, last night after work, I decided to clean it out. Pulled it into the light of day... man. That's nasty looking. Oh well. I proceeded to pull the plunger out. Or I should say, I tried to. It was adhered to the glass and grounds by the considerable forestry taking place in the beaker. It took undo pressure, but finally it let go. Shhoomp!

A green cloud billowed out of the container. I shit you not. I am assuming they were spores or something. That CAN'T be good, thought I, taking two steps back to avoid breathing it.

Yeah. I've never used bleach when washing dishes before, but I'm willing to make an exception this time. I'm letting it soak for a while.