The One that Got Away

From The Escapee

A few weeks ago, I decided to pick our prize tomato. The Rutgers plant was our most productive and this specific fruit was the biggest of the bunch. It was shaped like a hachiya persimmon and I knew that it would be delicious.

I placed the tomato in a plastic bucket and turned my back for 30 seconds when a gust of wind blew the bucket over our ledge onto a secondary roof about 10 feet below.

I considered jumping down to retrieve the tomato, but was unable to track down a grappling hook or a ladder. Sarrita convinced me that I should just "let it go" and we left the tomato to the elements. In hindsight, I think she was already starting to hate tomatoes, even back then.

Perhaps the Superhero Supply Store would've had the proper equipment to stage a rescue of the wayward son.