My neighbor grew yellow squash and green zucchini.
She grew unremarkable dozens, and then one day she found this strange cross:
It has raised yellow areas on a green matrix. Some busy bee brought together a yellow squash and a green zucchini, and this was the result. (There were cucumbers around too, but I think they’re too different to cross.)
When Judy cut it open it looked like dinner, and she fried it up that night.
I don’t know if it was a squcchini or a zuash.
We should have kept it for seeds, but didn’t think to… and you know it wasn’t the first time. People must have eaten up agricultural innovations throughout history.
How fitting that a bumblebee probably made the squcchini–it bumbled into existence–while our bumbling ensured that we won’t be planting any of those next year.
bum·bling 
[buhm-bling]
–adjective
| 1. | liable to make awkward blunders: a bumbling mechanic. |
| 2. | clumsily incompetent or ineffectual: bumbling diplomacy. |
–noun
| 3. | the act or practice of making blunders: The bumbling of their officers cost them the battle. |
Oh that is the coolest thing I’ve seen! What a fun find in the garden.