This may sound like a story from #Ripley’s Believe it or not but I assure you, it’s true.

Many years ago Batman came to our house .

Well not exactly Batman as in Bruce Wayne ….. but as Batman the Bat who lives on the Tree.

Yes , believe it or not , but this is a true story.

It all happened one morning when we found one banana missing .

“Who ate a banana? ” thundered FIL who zealously guards the bananas as he once did the Indian border.

“Banana? In the night? ” countered me .

“I only ate ONE banana yesterday,” whimpered Anna Shetty who shared her grandpa’s passion for bananas

“I can’t STAND them,” muttered Daughter No. 1 with disdain.

“Then where is the banana?”

“Oh just forget it, ” said MIL the family peacemaker , ” Why don’t you eat another one ? There still are five aren’t they? ”

Totally unconvinced, he did eat another banana but wondered who had eaten the missing banana.

The next day, we found another banana missing . And this went on for a week. With each missing banana our curiosity increased. Who was our nocturnal banana thief?

One morning , we discovered some droppings near the dining table and that gave us a clue .

It wasn’t any of us eating bananas at night but obviously some creature who came in, ate and left . Only , this time round, he was foolish enough to drop a clue.

The next night we happened to catch him in the act – it was a BAT!

That was our banana thief !

Funnily enough, once we discovered the identity, the bat stopped coming to our house.

Was he/she just playing a game with us and then moved on to the next house when he was found out ?

I wonder.

Do you have a foodie story to share ? Do join Shilpa and me every Tuesday and hashtag your post #FlavoursomeTuesdays.

Looking forward to to seeing more of you at our table this year .

Cheers