I have a huge blackberry vine.
I love the fresh berries.
Last year, the birds got to it.
They cleaned out the entire vine.
I didn’t get a single blackberry.
And I was furious.
This year, I netted the vine.
And it seems to be working.
The vine flowered.
Tiny berries appeared everywhere.
I went outside to harvest the first ripe blackberries.
I was excited.
Until I saw it.
Something tangled in the net.
What in the world is THAT?
I screamed.
Bob came running outside.
Then he laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Despite the fact that this was absolutely NOT funny.
What was it?
A dead, mummified lizard.
Apparently, the poor little guy got tangled in the net…
And then slow-roasted in the afternoon sun.
Bob grabbed scissors, cut him loose, and tossed him in the garbage.
As if that solved everything.
But I’m not convinced.
What if the blackberries are haunted now?
What if the Evil Spirit of the Angry Lizard Mummy has cursed the vine?
Because honestly?
If I got trapped in a net and baked alive in the Texas heat…
I’d haunt somebody too.
Bob says he doesn’t care.
He plans to eat the berries anyway.
And unfortunately…
I kind of agree with him.
I do love fresh blackberries.
Still…
I’ll probably eat them very carefully.
Just in case…
Liz Brenner
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Even you.
Especially you.
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