Bananageddon Part 1: Infiltration

It started with a single banana.

During a shopping trip, ostensibly for paint, Rex discovered a squishy, sand filled banana. The following conversation ensued:

Rex: Should I buy this banana? Tell me I should buy the banana.

Denise (laughing at the sight of Rex lovingly cradling it in his hands): Ummm, no. I don’t think we need the banana.

Rex: . . .

We check out and head to the car. Heading home, Rex reached into the bag and, with a sly grin, pulls out the pseudo-fruit in question. “I bought the banana”, he said, quite pleased with himself.

That evening, as we’re recording podcast material, Rex focused all his attention on the banana. Not only was it squishy, it was stretchy. And quite malleable. He offered to let me touch it; I politely declined. Undeterred, he insisted. “You need to touch it. It’s quite satisfying.”

He was right, it WAS satisfying. And fun. And prompted a longer discussion regarding a piece where the artist duct taped a real banana to a gallery wall, and promptly sold it for $120,000.

“I don’t consider that art. We could take pictures of this banana, and it would have more artistic merit,” I said.

Inspired, Rex looked around the room. We were in my pole barn, and he soon spied a roll of tape. “Get your camera,” he said. “We’re doing this.”

And thus, the Bananageddon was began.