wheat from the chaff

Once a week I volunteer at a Berkeley elementary school garden. Recently I was consigned to clean seed.

Encroaching Crowd of Noisome Children: What are you doing?

Me (winnowing away): Basically getting rid of the useless stuff to isolate the viable genetic material.

Beautiful Aryan Girl: Can I help?

Me: Sure!

shower scene

While I was away, a tiny spider spun a web between my Kinerase and the window frame; he had caught a tiny fly; as I showered I watched the spider agitate his prey, spinning it up in a bundle or whatever it is they do to make their food into food, and the whole tiny web was shaking, and then the fly dropped down to the windowsill, wasted; I hate when that happens.