When I was in high school, I had a string of eccentric science teachers.
My Biology teacher used to do this odd thing where he would stick his tongue out between certain words during his lectures. He got fired a few years after I had him because a student walked into his classroom during lunch and found him standing on a lab table, peeing into a sink. My Chemistry teacher was kind of a wacky super-nerd with these eyebrows that spiked out in all different directions like they'd been hit by an experiment gone wrong. And my AP Physiology teacher, bless his heart, was a gay biker with a handlebar mustache. I loved that man. I did think it was weird that he loved Miss Piggy and had a collection of her memorabilia at his desk, though.
Given my experience with mad scientist characters, you might think I would be alarmed to discover that I'm living with one...
Exhibit A: A little experiment in our kitchen windowsill. A hunk of ginger he's trying to sprout in a shot glass.
Exhibit B: The kitchen now houses a collection of jars that are growing different kids of yeast or pizza dough or something. I don't know exactly... And I don't ask.
Exhibit C: The mini lemon orchard Mr. Wonderful has cultivated by sprouting seeds from our honeymoon in Amalfi.
Exhibit D: The wine-making kit that arrived in the mail last week. I can picture him now, wearing a Pinot-stained lab coat, laughing maniacally as he does barrel tastings...
Okay, who am I kidding? I love that Mr. W is a crazy mad scientist. He gives me reasons to blog. I just hope I don't come home one day to find him standing on the kitchen counter, peeing into our sink.