This may sound like a story from #Ripley’s Believe it or not but I assure you, it’s true.
Many years ago Batman came to our house .
Well not exactly Batman as in Bruce Wayne ….. but as Batman the Bat who lives on the Tree.
Yes , believe it or not , but this is a true story.
It all happened one morning when we found one banana missing .
“Who ate a banana? ” thundered FIL who zealously guards the bananas as he once did the Indian border.
“Banana? In the night? ” countered me .
“I only ate ONE banana yesterday,” whimpered Anna Shetty who shared her grandpa’s passion for bananas
“I can’t STAND them,” muttered Daughter No. 1 with disdain.
“Then where is the banana?”
“Oh just forget it, ” said MIL the family peacemaker , ” Why don’t you eat another one ? There still are five aren’t they? ”
Totally unconvinced, he did eat another banana but wondered who had eaten the missing banana.
The next day, we found another banana missing . And this went on for a week. With each missing banana our curiosity increased. Who was our nocturnal banana thief?
One morning , we discovered some droppings near the dining table and that gave us a clue .
It wasn’t any of us eating bananas at night but obviously some creature who came in, ate and left . Only , this time round, he was foolish enough to drop a clue.
The next night we happened to catch him in the act – it was a BAT!
That was our banana thief !
Funnily enough, once we discovered the identity, the bat stopped coming to our house.
Was he/she just playing a game with us and then moved on to the next house when he was found out ?
Do you have a foodie story to share ? Do join Shilpa and me every Tuesday and hashtag your post #FlavoursomeTuesdays.
Looking forward to to seeing more of you at our table this year .