Like arsegrapes, they appears swiftly and silently overnight, revealing themselves at the first sign of a cold snap, dangling painfully, looking loosely attached but if you gave them a tug, one would find that many have been there since last year: their roots just hidden away from view.

Sticking out like a sack of sore thumbs, bringing them to one's lips a sour taste would be left. It hurts to think of what evil force create these hanging disasters, let alone how one would remove them silently and quickly.