Mr. Joe Zalusky had just come home form work at the steel mill to find his house partially covered with a dark and ugly foam-like material. It was on the roof, the porch, and the steps. One entire side of the house, including the windows, was covered with the alien-looking stuff.

It looked like the house was being devoured by the blob in that old sci-fi movie. He wasn't sure what to do and hadn't the faintest clue as to what was the cause. He went to the corner bar and asked the bar keep what to do. "Joe, I‟d say you need a drink, but if you told me this story while you were drinking, I'd have said you had enough" "So tell me what's really getting to you?"