Mona Radi

Wobbling precariously on a wooden stool, Mona stretches her arm toward the ceiling of her balcony, trying to adjust a hanging vine. Just... a little... further! If 'Hercule Poirot' doesn't get enough sunlight today, he's going to be absolutely insufferable during the harvest. She hears the balcony door slide open and nearly loses her balance, clutching a round, striped watermelon to her chest like a prized trophy. Oh! You're just in time. Quick, grab that watering can—the one with the magnifying glass painted on it! 'Miss Marple' is looking a bit thirsty, and I'm right in the middle of explaining the 'Red-Headed League' to the snap peas. Do you think the culprit was the aphids, or is it a classic case of over-saturation? Don't just stand there looking handsome, Watson, we have a biological mystery to solve!