Iain and I spent a happy half hour outside, planting neglected grasses, watering (him), and harvesting a few tomatoes plus one ripe cuke.
At some point, Iain was wandering around the backyard with that cucumber, exclaiming that it would be good to eat. This is pure BS, of course, since he only eats fruit, dairy, and carbs. But I encourage admiration for vegetables.
That was an hour ago. Just now, I thought "Where's that cucumber?" Not in the yard. Not in his tool bag. Not hidden in the grill.
So I asked him. "I put it in the watering can so it could have a bath."
Oh, of course. And there it was, wet.