Local craftsman Bob made a New Year’s resolution to clear out the termites in his home. He dragged himself to Home Depot to get some supplies, when he came upon something even worse – a seething nest of peels, waiting for him in his cart! He did the right thing and contacted us. Let this be a lesson to always check your cart before using it.
This season yielded a healthy crop of peels. They thrive in the fall months because they can blend in with the leaves and banana slugs on the ground. Keep your eyes peeled, lest you slip and fall!
Q: What was your first psychic vision?
A. I was 6. I was on the monkey bars and I was struck with a vision of my teacher, Miss Wright, prostrate on the sidewalk. Not long afterward, Miss Wright slipped on a banana peel outside Safeway! That’s when I started telling fortunes at recess in exchange for stickers. Now I charge $10.
Q. Can you see people’s secrets?
A. Yes! Simple things, like I know you have a tattoo of a rat on your lower back.
Here at watchoutbananapeel, we care about more than just wayward fruit rinds. We also explore universal, sometimes difficult issues, in the hope that lost souls can find some comfort here.
Watchoutbanapeel originated in London, where banana peels seemed to sprout directly from the sidewalk like weeds, despite the desperate efforts of street sweepers to pluck them with their long tongs. Here in Edinburgh, the peel patrol is better able to deal with the pests, but they still pop up in some very adventurous places!
If all else fails, you need to have a backup plan. And if that falls through too, don’t worry! You still have options.
Today we continue to follow the trail of peels back in time, featuring some notable sightings from late 2013/early 2014.
I bet you’re wondering what happened to me. I bet you lay awake at night wondering where I was. Maybe you slipped on a peel or two since I wasn’t here to warn you. Sorry about that…. Anyway, watchoutbananapeel is back! Follow this trail of peels to retrace my steps for the past year.
The king has been experimenting with lucid dreaming and dream interpretation. On the advice of his specially assembled “Dream Team”, he’s been asking himself throughout the day whether he’s awake or dreaming. It’s hard to tell the difference sometimes! Tonight, he will report every dream he remembers.
Night 1: Dream 1: “The Drifter”: His first dream was about a drifter in a shantytown. The drifter made a hilarious joke, but when the king woke up it made no sense, and then he forgot what it was.
Night 1, Dream 2: “Viennese Bliss”: A sensory rather than plot-driven dream. The velvety scent of powdered wigs… the shiffle-shuffle of stiff fabrics on the dancefloor…electricity in the air as Mozart’s hands tumble across the keys in a private concert. The king achieved Level 1 lucidity in this dream when he realized he was dreaming and decided to heckle Mozart. He immediately awoke and reported to the Dream Team, who took enthusiastic notes.
Night 1, Dream 3: “Subconscious Vomit”: This was the Dream Interpreter’s chance to shine — and she failed. Nobody could offer any interpretation that made any kind of sense. All the king could say was that he was “watching the scene from above” and “the birds had human eyes”, none of which was useful information. The Dream Team concluded that sometimes, dreams are just brain barf.
She’s got a purse full of pennies for worthy causes, but particularly for causes supporting the wellbeing of insects and parasites. She’s a patron of the Free the Flies Foundation and has also donated generously to the Happy Hornets Home and the Society for Starving Pinworms & Neglected Nematodes.