In St Louis I knew several people in the banana cult who grew a clump of bananas in ther front lawn. In fall they threw an outdoor party. Everybody helped undermine the clump, slide a large tarp under it, and drag it into the basement, where it spent the winter dry near a window. In spring there was another party to reverse the process. Guests were given a banana sprout from the edge of the clump if they wished, and they joined the cult.
__________________ May the bridges I've burned light my way.