“Scientists have discovered why some female spiders eat their mates. According to data analysis, it turns out the male spider deserves it,”
Well, I really wanted to give an update on my accidental garden, which led to a “discussion” between my husband and me. I told him that it looked like the vines that sprouted from the compost I buried were producing watermelons. Then I wondered aloud how seedless watermelons, the only kind we purchase, had seeds that might sprout.
My husband told me that seedless watermelons were a misnomer, except he used smaller words so I’d understand where the conversation was going. Because my husband is meticulous (very careful and precise) about facts, I’ve learned not to contradict (be in conflict with) his ideas.
Turns out the globe shaped item on the vine began to change and morphed (gradual process of transformation) into a cantaloupe, a melon we often purchase that has seeds.
Which leads us to spiders, which is an incident that would not make an entire post so I’m including it with accidental garden update.
I went out to our garage, after triggering the garage door opener from inside the house, and almost walked smack dab into a gigantic (!) spider that was building a web. It looked like it’s intent was to seal off the garage door opening. I was able to walk around the web/spider to enter my car. However, it was evident from the location of the spider that I would be backing through the web and probably festooning my car with a web/spider montage.
My greatest fear at that moment, besides not being able to lose ten pounds by Christmas, was the fear that I’d exit my car upon reaching my destination and have to face an angry spider. I have an amazing fantasy life.
I believe I drove fast enough and the spider is now blowing in the wind. Our garage has spiderless access, and the melon continues to bask in the sun. Life is good!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.