Getting back to the original question, a lot depends on how many people are sharing the refrigerator and how attentive they are when they're looking for tasty snacks.

The Barrymans had their lovely song about cleaning the refrigerator and discovering "treasures" that had been stored there.

Then, there was my old co-operative house in Michigan where one couple stored their placenta (tastefully wrapped in waxed white paper) in the freezer downstairs; Karrie and I being the last of the original members, and about to leave the nest, thoughtfully decided to bury "it" in the backyard before the collective consciousness had deteriorated further and "placenta" became the entre of one future brighter day...

Wydat – fish or cut bait!