The reappearing orange

Okay, stay with me. That title is a little strange, I know. This isn’t going to be some children’s story or some click-bait Facebook Reel.

What follows is a telling of real events.

I got some of those baby oranges awhile back, you know the kind. They were alright, but not the best. More tart and bitter than I’d like. And I’m one of those people who is more particular than not about food.

I ate a few, took some to work to have as a snack until I had just one left.

I put that one in my lunch box to bring to work, but ended up never eating it.

I decided since I hadn’t eaten it and probably wasn’t going to, I would dispose of it. I didn’t want it to sit in the trash can so I decided to chuck it into the woods behind the house. Let the animals have it.

So, I gave it a good toss into the tree line on my way out to the car one morning. It was done, dealt with, out of the way.

Until I got home that night.

I came in, set my stuff down, got to making dinner. As I sat at the island, I glanced over and there it sat: an orange that looked suspiciously like the one I had pitched that morning.

Now I know oranges tend to look alike and I’m sure it’s more likely that there were two oranges left and I just saw one and grabbed it initially.

But isn’t it much more fascinating to say the orange miraculously reappeared on my counter?

I know I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel with this piece, but hey, we all have those moments. And orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

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Dang, I didn’t know crickets read my column. Cool.