We have an apple tree in our backyard that rains down fruit this time of year. Most of it -- sadly -- has little residents, since we don't practice any form of bug control. The rest of it plops down in the grass and lies in wait for one of us to happen by and do a little whoop-dee-do, as I call them. Picture someone walking across a floor of marbles. I think it's the tree's sick little joke.
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January 2009
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