A while back I made a post about the poo pumpkins growing out of the landlord's septic tank, which have seemingly solved a leaky tank problem the landlord doesn't want to repair.
Pumpkins Don't Just Disappear 🤷♂️
I previously shared with you a post titled The Ole' Poo Pumpkin 🎃 & Other Interesting Things Not Far From The Septic Tank 💩, and that post was published when there was just one lonely "dumpkin" behind our apartment. The reason I call them "poompkins" and other fun names are because the root system is bundled in the barely functional septic tank.
These septic squashes have since multiplied and seemingly solved the landlord's leaky tank problem, and now they are beginning to encroach on the space we normally play football. Initially we joked about eating one of these things, but we've actually noticed recently that someone is harvesting them.
Kick It If You're Not Sure 🦶
After realizing some pumpkins were missing, Monkey-B and I tried to walk around and forget about it, but curiosity had already taken hold. We absolutely needed to know who was taking the "doody squashes." Monkey-B decided to kick a dirt clod, but quickly regretted this decision, and it didn't help get to the bottom of the Poo Pumpkin Mystery 🕵️.
Monkey-B apparently kicked a swarm of ants that was also on the dirt clod, so she got a double dose of pain. It reminded me of a simple countryside expression from the USA that I've long forgotten. When we hurt ourselves due to karmic justice we sometimes say "That smarts!!" I like this expression because it implies the hope that a lesson was learned, as opposed to just saying "Ouch!!"
We Can't Even Scare The Pigeons Anymore 🕊️
We kept trying to avoid the elephant in the room for the rest of the day, and by elephant I mean pumpkins and by room I mean the septic tank. I sent Monkey-B to spook the pigeons on the fence for an epic flight shot, and instead they just shifted position and stared at her. I guess the pigeons realize if were gonna eat them it would've happened a year ago.
We asked the landlord about the missing septic tank pumpkins, and he told us he was picking them. Still curious, I inquired what he was doing with them, and he tole he was selling them to a store not in our neighborhood. Somewhere tonight in Paramaribo an innocent family is cooking a meal made with love and poo-laced pumpkins. Scientifically I'm sure it's okay, but ethically I'm not so sure.
What do you think Hivers?
Cooking On Borrowed Gas 🔥
We're still out of propane and having trouble tracking it down, but luckily our fellow migrant apartment neighbours let us hook up our hose to their gas tank. It's now 7 days until @sreypov and the @kidsisters take to the skies back to Cambodia. I'm leaving three days after them just to the USA.
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Return from Poo Pumpkin Mystery? 🎃 Who's Eating The Dumpkins? 🕵️ Where Are The Septic Squashes? 💩 to Justin Parke's Web3 Blog
