and then my dad said that we were going to

and then my dad said that we were going to Miami for the weekend and that's when I called Tiffany and found out that

the boy whos been writing about me on folding story was my dad and he said he did it because

he had made an archelogical dig of our apartment. He catergorized every element connected to our break-up. He had 8x10 glossies of my underwear hanging on the shower rod.

Basil Brush was of course tired that this was the second time this had occurred. How was a bachelor fox about town going to get his gumchewing practice down pat if diggers were

constantly digging trenches around him. This really boiled his ham. He asked the strange fellow digging what his name was. He pulled back the helmet and said, "Dig Dug

.“Well Dig Dug, you’re going to have to st—say, what’s going on?” he asked, as a humongous tomato rolled into the front yard holding a gigantic boulder. Dig tore off to the garage

to get a crowbar to pull the two apart. A tomato that big would make a helluva lot of insalata caprese. He wondered if Janeane had bought any fresh mozzarella at the co-op.

But when they sliced open the tomato they found a giant hornworm. They'd injured it & it reared its enormous black horny spike to impale Janeane

through the meaty part of her thumb. She screamed as the spike emerged from the other side and fainted dead away. The worm lept off her hand and left a trail of blood out the door.