We’re having a bit of a fruitfly problem on occasion. I think maybe we need to put the apples in the fridge.

I felt something on my hand, glanced and saw a dark spot, then smacked my hand. WHAM! OW! CRAP!

The dark spot was a scab. I was out pruning the rose bushes earlier today, and roses like to prune back.

Fortunately, Steve wasn’t in the room.

Unfortunately, I felt the need to share my awesome stupidity with him and with YOU!