Speaking of yam, I should mention tonight that when I moved the algae magnet to clean the glass, the gust of water was so strong I knockled poor unsuspecting Yamuel (who had just eaten) ass over tea kettle for a second. It was likewatching poor chunky leaf on the breeze and it took me five minutes to stop laughing. 
“Mother is so damn capricious to me, a poor Yam who did NOTHING to deserve big swoosh. Mean. To me, a Yam. Unallowed to be tipping my facebody about. Undignified.”





