Today, the planets failed me.

[akujunkan]

So far, they'd been aligning to keep me safe, and a happy series of school-switiching, demonstration teaching, and school festival cancellations allowed me to exist in this country for three months without encountering nattou.

Today that luck ran out. I opened the door to the lunchroom and was hit by a blast of ass-air billowing out from the doors. Ah, the smell of putrification nattou. Why the Japanese use you to ruin perfectly good magoro, spinach, rice, and salad I will never understand.

I carefully at around the nattou. My kids carefully ate the nattou, and left everything around it.

That is all.