“Did you eat my tomato?” asked The Lady. “No”, I said with a little attitude “Why?”. “It’s missing.” she replied. “Are you sure YOU didn’t eat it?” I asked back. “No, I bought two.”

This fascinating discussion went on for a few more sentences. I suggested that she look in Ernie’s “office” (pile of towels) given his history as Fruit Marauder (and that a tomato is technically a fruit, as The know-it-all Lady handily pointed out like a 12 year old teacher’s pet).

No sign of the missing tomato in the “office” (pile of towels). Later that day I received an email from The Lady reporting that she found the remaining seeds in the “office” (pile of towels). Case solved.