Everyone is always so quick to say there’s five seconds in which you can pick up your food an be safe. I think as a figure skater who dropped food on the floor during summer training (when the rink was open but the snack bar wasn’t) the “five second rule” was more in effort to salvage even the tiniest morsel of food…lest I (like one of our cats claims an hour before dinner time) waste immediately away to a pile of skeletal remains.
The sad reality is, though…it happens much quicker. I’m not sure who assumed germs are so nice-ie-nice but, hello, they aren’t exactly counting down on our behalf. . . E.g.: “Hang on, Irv! Kid didn’t realize he dropped that – let’s give him an opportunity to pick it up first!”
No…they’re just like our vacuum…er…cat…. They’re on those crumbs double-time (sorry to burst any dreamy bubbles.)
(For the record, that didn’t stop me. The lofty claim of germy kindness remaining my scientific excuse so I didn’t (not) starve to death. 😉 )