The Lovely Mona and yer Padre loves our papayas, fresh from our own tree, planted by the Lovely Mona's own soft and beautiful hands. We loves our papayas tree ripened. But SOMEBODY (and I'm not going to use names but his initials are Little Neighborhood Squirrel) has suddenly decided that the mangos in the park across the street aren't enough (well, to be fair, they're pretty much gone now) and has decided to cross the street via the Telephone Cable Highway and visit the lush Jardín de la Rectoría and BITE INTO OUR PAPAYAS!!! And now the tanagers are hangin' 'round the fence. It may very well be that Papayas for Humans season has ended.