When the boss and I were in the greenhouse picking all the cucumbers and gherkins for the relish factory this little fellow caused an outbreak of of mirth.
Because this is a 'family blog' we'll just have to leave you all to draw your own punch lines and conclusions.
As a concession and specially for the squeamish we've shown him in somewhat clinical conditions and fully clothed immediately before he went under the knife to be sliced and diced into small pieces and dropped into brine, soaked and boiled.
Him?
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