Day 10, Zhan Hu. Peih-Gee marks off what day it is (speaking of people whose early boot magnetism seems to have faded), but the tribe has bigger problems than calendar maintenance -- they discover that their rice has gone moldy. I'm sure that's very hard to avoid, given how wet it is outside, but still: not good. Sherea -- for all the crap she'll rightly take later about slacking at camp -- does some of the work of going through the rice and picking out the parts that aren't moldy, because they don't have the luxury of doing what you'd do at home, which is (1) shudder; (2) throw the whole thing away; and (3) resolve to never think about it again. When Sherea has picked it over thoroughly, Dave instructs her that before she moves it and spreads the mold, they should...put it into some other container. What? She asks him what he has in mind, since they don't have any Tupperware or anything. "Find something, think of something," says Dave with his condescending "must I do EVERYTHING myself?" laugh, which is how you know he has no suggestions. If he had any idea what to tell her, he'd just give her an order, because that's his favorite thing. Because Dave clearly has got nothing, Sherea simply puts the bag of rice down and says she's done fussing with it. She's gotten out all the good parts, as far as she knows.
Dave immediately starts grousing about how she shouldn't have moved the bag, because just by moving it, she spread the mold around. Apparently, she shouldn't even have moved it off her lap without his permission. This is absurd, since they've already moved the bag several times and picked it over for good parts, so whatever spreading was going to happen, it had already happened, but as usual, Dave absolutely has to lecture someone, so he lectures her about this. Dave says to her, "All I asked was not move it and I would take care of it." Lie! That's the opposite of what he told her, which was, "I will tell you what to do, except for how to make it feasible, which you must figure out for yourself." He is just such a smug little weasel.
Aaaanyway, Sherea informs Dave that he's not the only person who gets to decide what anyone's going to do, and that he's not her boss, and that other people have minds of their own. Her frustration starts to bubble over, and her temper is getting lost, so of course Dave interviews that she went crazy and has no "grounds" to get angry at him, because she doesn't do enough around camp. Sherea goes to pick up what look like discarded shells from some meal, and Dave instructs her not to throw them away, but he doesn't say why. Sick of his bullshit and bent on demonstrating that Dave's say-so isn't enough reason for people to obey him, Sherea ignores him, gathers up the shells, and walks down toward the water. Dave chases her down toward the water, trying to physically block her from throwing away the shells, and she immediately reminds him that she'd just love it if he grabbed her (this would get him booted, most likely, since there's a sort of no-hostile-touching rule on most of these shows). He tells her he's "saving" the shells, but she's focusing on exactly one thing at the moment, and that's telling him repeatedly to back off and get out of her personal space, because he is -- and she's right about this -- being much too aggressive about a simple dish of shells.