the spare tire well in the boot of my car has become a festering pool full of filthy yellowed water, home to flagella-bearing microorganisms and inconsequential ciliated fiends. hell, there might even be amoebas, though i have no doubt about the presence of nematodes.
i was first hinted to its existence when i was sat in the rear seat on saturday, during my sisters' very first behind-the-wheel experience. while we managed to not die in a horrible accident, every time she went over a speed bump i'd notice the muffled sound of sloshing liquid. at first i simply dismissed it as the gas, but it was not easy to do as i distinctly picked up the sound from coming behind me, whereas i was seated on the opposite side of the car from the gas tank opening.
i didn't find out the truth until the next day when i decided to check the tire pressure with my brand spankin' new pencil gauge. all four were fine, what the heck, i'll check the spare too. pretty important, don't want a flat spare when you need it most.
it was flat. 
but at first i didn't care, i was more focused on the awful mildewy smell emanating from the boot, no doubt a result of excess moisture leaking into there from faulty seals and the near-constant rain/mist as of late.
i took the whole thing out, drained it with a cup and towel, put the rug and tire cover back inside, but left the tire itself on top of everything so i could fill it up later at some air pump at a gas station, i lack my own. (but not the free one, homeless thugs wrecked it for their bikes and it doesn't work).
so i went there and filled it up to the correct pressure.
i got home and was ready to put it back into the well and call it a day.
and the microbe swimmingpool had returned. 
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