🦠 Mold Doesn’t Care About the Season
We figured the rain had stayed outside where it belonged.
Sure, there’d been some pooling near the foundation on the east side of the house, but the floors inside were dry, nothing felt squishy, and life was busy—so we wiped the mud off our shoes and moved on.
A few weeks later, I was dusting in the guest room when I noticed it: a faint gray shadow along the baseboard. I bent down, thinking it was just grime.
Nope.
It was mold—growing quietly from the inside of the wall outward.
Somewhere behind that baseboard, water had snuck in during the storm, wicked up the trim, and settled in just long enough to start trouble. No musty smell, no dramatic signs. Just silent growth doing what it does best.
That’s the thing about mold: it doesn’t wait for summer humidity or hurricane season. It doesn’t announce itself. It shows up wherever moisture makes a cozy home—sometimes weeks after the weather clears.
And if it could show up there, it can show up anywhere.
What’s the oddest or most surprising place you’ve ever seen mold pop up?
