The Mystery of The Papayas, or…
Saturday, April 5th, 2008…the horrible tale of Toxotrypana curvicauda.
First things first. There is only one reason lizards ever get this close to one another (besides fighting). Hummanuh hummanuh!
An observer from the sleeping spiny stem of a Pachypodium…
…sayeth “No papayas for you, no papayas for you.”
And from their offices in the folds of a Senecio flower, they say…
“No papayas for you, no papayas for you.”
“No papayas for you, no papayas for you.”
“No papayas for you, no papayas for you!”
“Why?” I asked. “Why, indeed, no papayas for me?”
“Why, Miss Papaya Flower? Why no papayas for me?”
“Look, and you will see…”
“Indeed, your fruit are for me a womb and nursery.”
“Try and stop me if you please, there are less of you than there are of me.”
“Your delicious fruit leaks its unripe juice from our ovarys’ stings…”
“…and will become a maggot-infested pile of mush, perfect for my children.”
“We will make more papayas.”
“Yes, we will make more, sir!”