I am actually fairly neat and clean these days... Women routinely make that comment about my housekeeping. But in the years of my brilliantly misspent yoot, my fridge looked like a science project.
Looking back it probably helped you survive in the world today.
My friend George was, shall we say, very fastidious. I told him on more than one occasion that he was going to make someone a good wife one day. And he did. And he was a good one until one night when his bride stabbed him with a steak knife over her not picking up her thong underwear and putting them in the clothes hamper instead of leaving them on the front lawn as she was apt to do after a few to many drinks. But I digress. Fuzz on your food is a good thing.