I know Carol doesn't believe in voodoo or my ability to speak and have it be so. Nonetheless, she blamed me (in print, no less!) for causing bugs to infect her beautiful tomato plants with what she suspects is curly leaf virus.
In that same spirit, I think I'll blame Carol for my poor, dead tomato plant.
One day, it looked like this:
The very next day, it looked like this.
On closer examination, I noticed the main stem looked like it had been chewed. I suspect Carol has been raising an army of trained, mutant, miniature beavers for nefarious reasons too dreadful to contemplate. She brought one to my house in the middle of the night and set it loose to gnaw on a tomato plant.
A tall tale? An unlikely story? Who knows what hidden desires lie behind Carol's always pleasant demeanor and smiling face?