Caticulture: or, GrowalongaMac
Jun. 16th, 2010 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt must have happened, some time back, that I bought half a red cabbage in a plastic bag.
It must then have happened that I left said produce on my dining-room table, as is my custom post-shopping; it's where I unpack my bag. Where sometimes I continue to fail to learn the lesson of previous expeditions, and just leave things out.
This must have happened. I bought it and abandoned it, and it passed out of my ken.
At some point unbeknownst to me, Mac must have taken an interest in the cabbage, and dragged it away to his best lair beneath the table. Where he apparently promptly lost interest again, and left it without even tearing open the plastic bag.
I just found it (for yes: I am indeed the kind of housekeeper who can go utterly unaware for weeks or months that there is half a red cabbage in a bag beneath his table). And thought, "Oh, bugger, that won't be very nice now; straight into the compost bin it is, then."
And picked it up and took it out and tore open the plastic bag and was all set to pitch it into the bin with the other kitchen refuse - and I stopped, and fetched it back into the house, and brought my camera down and took pics.
For lo, I have interrupted a Scientific Experiment, or else a final proof that myths and legends have it right:
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken;
A light from the shadows shall spring.
A perfect baby red cabbage, sprouting from its mother...
And now I don't know what to do. Should I compost it anyway? Should I eat it? Should I find another plastic bag and restore its microclimate, maybe even restore it to the shadows beneath the dining-room table? Should I just leave it out for Mac to play with as he will?
You decide. I can't...
It must then have happened that I left said produce on my dining-room table, as is my custom post-shopping; it's where I unpack my bag. Where sometimes I continue to fail to learn the lesson of previous expeditions, and just leave things out.
This must have happened. I bought it and abandoned it, and it passed out of my ken.
At some point unbeknownst to me, Mac must have taken an interest in the cabbage, and dragged it away to his best lair beneath the table. Where he apparently promptly lost interest again, and left it without even tearing open the plastic bag.
I just found it (for yes: I am indeed the kind of housekeeper who can go utterly unaware for weeks or months that there is half a red cabbage in a bag beneath his table). And thought, "Oh, bugger, that won't be very nice now; straight into the compost bin it is, then."
And picked it up and took it out and tore open the plastic bag and was all set to pitch it into the bin with the other kitchen refuse - and I stopped, and fetched it back into the house, and brought my camera down and took pics.
For lo, I have interrupted a Scientific Experiment, or else a final proof that myths and legends have it right:
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken;
A light from the shadows shall spring.
A perfect baby red cabbage, sprouting from its mother...
And now I don't know what to do. Should I compost it anyway? Should I eat it? Should I find another plastic bag and restore its microclimate, maybe even restore it to the shadows beneath the dining-room table? Should I just leave it out for Mac to play with as he will?
You decide. I can't...