A year ago I wrote about the mysterious pineapples that appear on our doorstep from time to time, a gift we eventually traced to a neighbor who lives across the courtyard from us. Yesterday, when returning home, we found a large object wrapped in newspaper sitting on our doorstep, too large to be a pineapple.
What was it? The largest papaya I’ve ever seen. Hopefully, we’re going to have a hoard of fruit eaters descending on us soon because I don’t know how we’ll ever finish so much papaya just by ourselves.
Oddly, left with the payapa was the handle of a shovel. Just the metal handle, not the woden shaft or the blade of the shovel. Strange, huh?