Pulp Non-Fiction

Orange pulp on the legs of my pants.
Orange pulp on my butt from when I sat in my computer chair.
Orange pulp on my elbow.
Orange pulp squished into my sock from walking into the kitchen.
Orange pulp in my child's hair.
Orange pulp balancing precariously on the top fibers of my carpet just waiting to be ground down into oblivion with someones foot.
Orange pulp doing a seductive dance as it slinks in between the bumps in the texture on its slow decent down the wall in the hallway.
Number 623,947 on my list of not so smart things to do:
Allowing my 1 year old to walk around the house eating mandarin slices. =/