[For Genre Shorties prompt: write 100 words without using the letter e, optionally about what's in your junk drawer.]
It’s my junk bin. I drop into it anything which lacks a right nook.
But occasionally I consign to oblivion what I put in this junk bin.
This is… risky.
Back in May, I got a truly vicious chomp from a mutant Junk Bug I’d forgot about—it took hold of my thumb nastily!
I had to whack it sharply with a spatula.
Slamming yon junk bin shut, I took a two-month vacation, hoping this Junk Bug would croak during my trip.
I’m back now, about to confirm my optimism.
If I don’t contact you soon…
… it didn't croak.