This could be how Norman Bates feels in the morning, I thought to myself when I looked at the kitchen counter. The circumstantial evidence made me think I had attacked a banana in my sleep.
During the night, I awoke with a slight leg cramp. My wife suggested I eat a banana for the potassium before I had a syncope. I remember going to the kitchen and I remember cutting the Del Monte tape off the newly-purchase bunch. A few hours later, I returned to the kitchen to make coffee. This is what I saw:
It looked like I had cut the tape so violently that I slashed one of the bananas open. There had to be another explanation. I think that the cut must have been made by the banana harvester’s machete. I’m sticking with that story!