Remember a few posts ago when I put up that picture of all the Abba-Zaba wrappers? Since then I’ve eaten so many more Abba-Zabas that this morning, when I emptied the Abba-Zaba wastebasket into a garbage bag, I hid the bag inside another bag before I put it into the trash can.
Abba-Zabas aren’t easy to open. There’s always an edge of “Zaba skin” that gets stuck to the paper. But in the same way that squirrels learn how to crack nuts efficiently (which everyone my age knows about from reading our parents’ Time-Life science books), I’ve become skilled at both opening and eating the small-size Abba-Zabas. With monkeylike dexterity I rip open one side of the wrapper, flip over the Abba-Zaba, and tear off the other side of the wrapper. I “then” bite the Abba-Zaba in half, “laying” the second half onto the wrapper so it won’t stick to whatever I’m reading. Recently, I’ve been reading books about moss.
I wish I could replace our whole lawn with moss, but then I’d have to weed grass out of the moss, which would seem too crazy. So I’ll concentrate on mossing up our stone walls and so on. There are certain kinds of moss that if you Elmer’s-glue them to a rock, they’ll spread! Or you could stick on the moss with Abba-Zabas.
