Blankie the Biohazard

If you know Clare, you know her blankie is her best friend. It goes everywhere, has been left places and we've driven back miles to retrieve it, it was with her during her surgery, and according to her she "can't sleep without it". So, wrestling it from her (or more effectively, gingerly prying it out of her clutches while she's asleep) is a difficult thing to do. However, it got to the point where a bath was a necessity; I was afraid the bubonic plague would wreak havoc on St Louis if this thing did not get washed. Who knows what this blankie was holding.....I decided against calling St Louis Hazmat team and I took the matter into my own hands.

Blankie is in shambles and has to be hand-washed in the tub. As you can see, it looks like Blankie is swimming in Lake Erie, but that's the color the water turns after being scrubbed. Hey, I kind of like that shade of beige for the living room.

The trail of....I'm afraid to even imagine....left in the bottom of the tub after the water drained.