Oranges of the Osage

Osage oranges...that's what they are. Basically inedible, although Wikipedia states that sometimes squirrels tear 'em apart to get at the seeds.

I picked them up for their supposed ability to ward off spiders. After my wife uses them for fall decorations, they will be spending the winter in the basement...hopefully performing their arachnid acrobatics.

These 3 are slightly larger than a softball. Good-sized.

I posed them on the piano.

The piano wasn't thrilled...immediately talking back.

"Will these things affect my strings?"
"Will they put a hamper on my damper?"
"You've struck a nerve cord by putting these on my keyboard!"
"Oh how I hate...these on my plate."
"I'll scream like banshees...if you don't get them off my keys!"
"I do sayeth I forbid...to put the fruit on my lid!"
"Will the oranges go whammers on my hammers?"
"Why don't you put them in the fridge...instead of setting them near my bridge?"
"I deserve some medals...if you put these near my pedals."

OK...THAT'S ENOUGH!!!

My thanks to Google for the parts of a piano. By the way...the piano is yours if you pay to move it, or ship it. The only one who uses it now is my grandson. He says..."Sleep Papa sleep." You then fake sleep...until he bangs down hard on the keyboard...jolting you awake.

Such fun.