Sometimes there are just no answers

April 28, 2010 | My Jottings

Something mysterious happened yesterday. Maybe those of you reading can come up with some plausible answers.

My husband Michael ran some errands with my son-in-law Chris. He then went out to lunch (at Coney Island, of all places!) with his lovely daughter Daphne from Red Wing, Minnesota, who was in town visiting her son Jordan, who’s a student at UMD. Then Michael, Daphne and Jordan went to take a peek at Sharon’s new yarn studio downtown. Then they all said their goodbyes and Michael came home.

Michael needs to take an occasional nap because of his PD, and he did that as soon as he came back. Like he always does, he laid down on top of the black and white toile comforter on our bed, and then forty-five minutes later was awake, refreshed and starting on another project.

I went upstairs to fold some laundry on our bed right after he got up, and I noticed a small something on the covers, on his side of the bed, right where his middle back would have been laying while he slept.

This is what it was:

A small clove of garlic. With a bit of the paper still on. On the bed where my husband had just napped.

I went through all the possible explanations. He had not been in a restaurant where fresh garlic was hanging, and even if he had, why would one clove have stuck to the back of his knit shirt and come all the way home with him as he drove in his truck and then laid down to take a nap?

I had not cooked with garlic recently and besides, a stray clove of garlic has never before attached itself to me and ended upstairs on our bed.

There was clean laundry on part of the bed waiting to be folded, but why would a clove of garlic have been in the clean laundry and rolled to the side on which Michael sleeps? It had clearly not gone through the washer or dryer, since the clove was firm and intact and showed no evidence of being washed in the whites cycle and tumble dried for sixty-five minutes.

Our dogs don’t like garlic (we know all the things they love: carrots, broccoli, grapes, ice cubes, cucumbers, and very expensive dog food) so I don’t think Edith or Millie would have delicately picked up a clove with their teeth — if there had even been one on the kitchen floor — and deposited it on our bed upstairs.

The children in the house can’t reach where the garlic is stored in the kitchen, so they aren’t the culprits.

When I showed Michael what I found he looked at it blankly and had no answer as to why he laid on a clove of garlic while napping.

Vampires? Does someone suspect that we need protection?

So there you have it. Garlic on our bed. Under my husband while he took a nap.

There are brilliant minds out there reading this, I know there are. Any thoughts?


  1. Savannah says:

    So there are these types of bugs… I call ’em, “Clovers”… mmhmm. That’s right.
    They are bright orange but have the ability to blend with their surroundings. Plus, they only move when you aren’t looking. Thus, you never see them. Well, these bugs have seven legs, one and a half heads and tinker-bell wings. Their favorite thing to do is to steal “cloves”. This refers to the clove off the tropical evergreen tree, the clove of garlic, even the occasional cigarette. (You might notice alright that they are good friends with the Borrowers.) The then transport these cloves via flying and some fairy dust (they borrowed it from Tinker Bell when they had their wings fitted)to a place where they plan to have the MuskRats meet them. It’s a sort of trade-off.
    Anyways, I’m sure Uncle Michael is highly trusted by these Clovers and, since he wasn’t looking, the scheduled drop off just so happened to be on your bed.
    It’s simple, really.

  2. Just Julie says:

    Oh my gosh, Savannah. You are hysterical! I can’t wait to read this to Uncle Michael. 🙂 Thank you for the giggles.

  3. Lorna says:

    Perhaps you’ve read about the “Princess and the Pea”. Well I believe this could be someone’s way of introducing you to the story of “Sir Galahad and the Garlic”. Michael is certainly a knight in shining armor. He wears the breastplate of righteousness with humble dignity. He wields the shield of faith and the sword of the Spirit with supreme dexterity. And he walks in the shoes of the Gospel of Peace with yielded confidence. His steps are sure and his hand is strong. So I think Michael is really Sir Galahad in disguise and someone is trying to expose him. Why he would keep his identity a secret, one can only guess. Was his nap peaceful or did he toss and turn and wake with a strong desire for spaghetti? I personally think you have some royalty living in your house, Julie. Keep your eyes peeled for dragons, but don’t be afraid. Your deliverance is at hand!

  4. Just Julie says:

    I may be living with royalty Lorna, but you should be writing books! Wonderful comment! Thank you friend….

  5. Savannah says:

    I feel like you should post more blogs where your readers have to come up with a creative solution or finish the story… it’s so much fun to read!! =)

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