I’m not even sure it was a crookneck! The orangish squash was squat and warty. I sliced a little bit off of the neck and it tasted…not like a crookneck. Which I have eaten before.
There’s a monster in my yard. And it’s not my Orpington.
No. This creature is vicious and unfamiliar. It is scaling the wire walls of our garden with ruthless purpose. I don’t know what it wants, or why it’s here, but maybe you people can help me find out what it is.
It seems to be in the...