before keaton returned from her early morning walk with the dog, and after i did my man job of taking the garbage out, i removed the poison ivy growing around the mail box as a little extra friday surprise.
when she returned i said, well you won’t have to worry about that poison ivy wrapped around mail box anymore.
she said, i hope you aren’t talking about the flowering clematis vine that was the first thing i planted when i moved in twelve years ago.
i said, nope, it was poison ivy—why that strangling scoundrel had apparently choked to death the climatic or whatever you’re talking about.
she said, you did, didn't you?.
then she showed me another clematis vine.
i checked the groups of three, same size leaves.
hmm, i did.
then i said, so the evolutionary survival property of clematis is that it pretends to be poison ivy. deserves it right!
then she said, and i suppose your survival property is that you imitate an otherwise intelligent life form.
i said, well look at it this way. at least i got my daily manstake over with early. the rest of your day is free of any such concern.
she lamented, and to think that i was fooled by that cheap upright walk trick of yours.
(see #62 for manstake #1)