Friday, March 14, 2008

Someone came to supper last night

Yesterday a nanka fruit was ripe on our tree in the yard, so it was plucked. Because I am not overfond of the rather strong smell of the fruit, I left it out on the verandah - and this was the result.

I suspect the culprit was our ceiling-dwelling civet.


Jo said...

Well at least you can cut round it and eat the rest.

Glenda Larke said...