The human female bought a pepper yesterday, to slice up and eat with the beany glop known as “hummus.” Apparently “hummus” is what it’s called in its native country. And here I always thought it was called that because that’s the coughy-gaggy noise you make when you’re trying to get the taste of chickpeas and sesame out of your mouth afterwards.
So now she’s going to cut up the pepper. WAIT! Sigyn, did you hear that? That pepper rattled!
Ehehehe! The human female is looking at her pepper with grave distrust and then at me and then back to the pepper. What? You think I did something to it? Put a little surprise inside? Maaaaybe I did… Maybe there’s a great big bug in there? Wouldn’t that be funny!
Go ahead. Open ‘er up. If you dare.
By Idunns’ little apples! It’s inhabited!
The golden orange pepper has spawned a twisted little yellow and green pepper!
I did not know they could do that.
Hey! What if it’s like those Russian nesting dolls? Maybe there’s a smaller pepper inside the little pepper. Keep slicing, human, and let’s get to the bottom of this!
Sadly empty. I feel so cheated.
But it does give me some ideas for a few nifty vegetable-based pranks….