For years and years and years the fear was there.
I was afraid.
And then they were gone for a few weeks.
Then BAM!... they would appear again.
I did my best to stay away.
In fact, I was very good at staying away.
My whole life passed without contact.
I knew they were around but most of the time I didn't even give them a second thought.
Until they popped up.
And I would recoil in fear.
That's how I thought anyhow.
Years and years and years.
And then this past Saturday night we went to The Brit's house for dinner.
And she put the avocados on the salad.
And I ate them. Because I'm polite. And they didn't taste at all like I thought they would!
They weren't as good as Green Eggs and Ham, but they weren't bad either. Kinda bland tasting.
Decades of fear out the window.
Avocado: You dull son of a bitch!