The Microbes are After us
When we moved to Our Little House 3 years ago, I almost tossed the microwave. While I didn’t know of any specific dangers from cooking with radiation, I’ve somehow always inherently known that it must not be good for us.
Maybe it was one of the first experiences I had with a microwave. I was about 12, getting ready to head with a friend to the pool for a day of sunbathing (I know now, of course, that isn’t good for us either) and boy chasing (whether that is good for us depends on the boy).
As I recall, my friend had one of the first microwaves in our neighborhood and we proceeded to blow up our hot dogs all over the new oven. I remember we were a bit delayed after cleaning it up, but I also remember thinking that anything that could make a hot dog explode in under 2 minutes couldn’t be good.
And then there was the woman who continuously called the appliance service center at the department store where I worked as a teenager. The poor lady kept telling us she could see the “microbes” escaping her oven and she needed a service man out right away. We thought at the time she was just lonely — as she always had a fresh batch of cookies for him – and insisted he sit and visit with her while there.
But, maybe the little old lady wasn’t crazy or lonely as we thought…
