You may remember our ductwork bunyip, who lurks in search of tasty nibbles or at least nice yoga pants. It's been a while since we've had a bunyip update on the blog, but today our quiet bunyip reminded us that the ducts are a sad and lonely place, and residents thereof will seize comfort where they can find it.
A couple of years ago Pete was given an AeroGarden for Christmas [affiliate link]. You guys, it was so much fun. New life and green sprouts in the middle of a bitter January! Fresh basil whenever we wanted it! It brought us a lot of joy (and some chimichurri too), and so last winter we tried to start a new one. Alas, it molded. We were sad, watching those tiny baby hopeful sprouts succumb to the tentacles of mold. Next year, we said, we bleach it.
Today we sat down in the middle of the office floor. We were all set to bleach and rinse and plant! We could practically taste the pesto!
Enter the bunyip.
Somewhere in our house or garage there are herb seeds and little planting containers. I could give you a long list of places they are not, but this is not especially helpful information when you want to take the seeds and put them in the little planting containers. Stella has a vague memory of grownups moving them when a foster dog was sniffing at them, but the grownups do not seem to have put them in any of the logical places.
Clearly, the grownups set them down in a corner near a vent, and then turned around to deal with the foster dog.
Sluuuuuurp, went the bunyip, seizing his advantage. Oh, how he must loved those tasty crunchy seeds after long weeks of eating dust and spiderlings! (I would guess the dirt was not quite as tasty as the nice crunchy seeds, but what do I really know about bunyip dietary preferences?)
My past experiences with our bunyip suggest that it might be most sensible to buy some new basil seeds.
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