At right about the middle of the shot.
As it turns out, I knew what the problem was.
The day before, I high-tailed it outta here like my tail was on fire.
In that frenzied state, I left a water glass on the table.
Two ounces of H2O.
I may as well have left out pureed catnip.
Amos found it.
And turned it over.
And it sat for over 24 hours.
Recalling how Lee saved my flashdrive, I took action.
By dumping a shiz-ton of uncooked rice on the lumps.
Then I remembered what a curious little jerkwad Amos is.
And slapped a roaster lid on it.
You know, cause if you like it, then ya shoulda put a lid on it.