After THREE years of growing this pineapple (and transporting it from Phil's old house to our current house), it was brutally attacked by an armadillo. As you can see, it is beautifully ripe. Phil patiently waited for it to reach its peak, and it was destroyed last night. When Phil went out to pick it this morning, I thought that there was a death in the family...the death of a beautiful pineapple.
4 comments:
look at his face! I want to cry with him! an armadillo? I'm sorry, but the brutally attacked by an armadillo sentence made me laugh. (:
You have armadillo in the Sunshine State??? Do they just roam the neighborhoods looking for peoples pineapples to destory. Some one should finish them off... :) lol micah and I laughed out loud at that picture!
How sad!!
That's just wrong...doesn't he even have pineapples on his shirt? That's devotion right there. My condolences, Phil. Phil, to make you smile and forget all about your sadness, I want you to think about little Rebekah from the swim team 9 years ago. Ah....all better huh? lol.
Corrie, you are great at capturing moments like this. Nice work!
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