Getting rid of that 8-year-old rotting bale of straw made me look around to see
what else I've been ignoring that should be tossed away. I looked no further than the freezer...
and the bunch of overripe bananas that I had put there in September 2013
with all good intentions to make banana bread. That didn't happen,
and it probably never would, and if it did, I probably wouldn't want to use year-old bananas.
But I hate wasting food and they would stink up the trash compactor something awful,
but I had to get rid of them somehow...
Me: Girls! Come and get it!
Lady Mary: Year-old bananas? Are you kidding me?
Edith: We give her eggs and she gives us petrified bananas. Where's the justice?
Johnny reviewed the remainder of the bunch, now thawing on the table.
He got his licks in, realized how cold they were and how hot he was...
...and moved in for a refreshingly frozen hug. Cats are so weird.
And so are my chickens.