my memoirs: Greece

the spitting cucumber

    being the tale of how I was insulted by a wild plant
    travelling through Samos some years ago, along a mountain road, we had stopped for a rest and growing at the roadside was a low straggling plant, with yellow flowers and large seed pods covered in fine bristles

    spitting cucumber

    curious, but not wanting to touch the bristles, I idly nudged the seed pod with my foot, as an idle fellow would

    and in that infinitesimal instant the pod exploded and spat out some juice - into my eye

    it was only later that I found out the plant was known as a spitting cucumber

    I could not help but wonder just how far down the social scale one has to be, to be spat at by a wild roadside plant in a remote part of a Greek island ...

    know thy place!

    (photograph borrowed from the website; I trust they won't mind)