On the way out the door Sunday, we were hastily putting together lunch. I made some sandwiches, the boat already had snacks and water, so Camille was left in charge of fruit. She innocently grabbed a couple of bananas to put in the lunch bag. I freaked out.
Me: What in the name of Neptune are you doing?
C: Putting these bananas in the bag?
Me: Are you crazy, you want us to capsize, sink or worse?
Me: Then put those bananas away right now.
Me: The bananas, put them away...next thing you're going to want to sail on a Friday.
C: Mama, there's something wrong with Daddy.
It went something like that. The point being, I won't have bananas on my boat and I don't know why. I've heard the theories: methane gas rotting the other fruit, scary spiders, methane poisoning, no fish. None of these pertain to me or will ever pertain to me. So why do I worry?
Let's call it a hedge. I'm on the precipice of sailing disaster at all times; I sail in one of the craziest places in the world, I barely know what I'm doing (just kidding future crewmates) and I have a 30+ year old boat. Something could so easily go wrong either through my doing or through no fault of my own that I can't imagine why I would take one more chance when I can control it. So, no bananas on board and I won't leave for Hawaii on a Friday.