I’ll give my new next-door neighbours some credit: the apple tree in the backyard probably seemed like a fantastic idea when they bought the place. I can imagine it myself: apple blossoms in the spring, a playground for the kids and cheap applesauce anytime you want.

However, the thing is huge. And a mutant. And it hangs over the fence. So instead of Larry the Previous Neighbour inviting us over to pick apples, we have this:

They explode, too.

Yay.