Cheated Death Another Day

Well then, I'm not dead! I didn't crash even a little bit, not even almost, so thank you all for staying off the freeway. The odometer rolled over and the car still runs. In celebration, how about some whelks? I'm particularly fond of nos. 2 and 5 myself.

Three little whelks from Poole are we,
Filled to the gills with whelk-like glee,
Univalve all, as you'll agree,
Three little whelks from Poole!

In other news, my tomato seedlings have all grown their first set of real leaves, and two of the nine have potato leaves! Potato leaf is recessive, so this is a perfect Mendelian ratio for a heterozygous parent - or a heterozygous cross, oooh! I didn't quiz the guy who gave me the seeds on his garden prophylactics, but tomatoes usually self-pollinate. In any case, if it wasn't just some other variety mixed into the seed envelope, it's much more genetic instability than the hardcore heirloom tomato wonks prefer. I'll have to watch for other traits and work out the little bastards' ancestry, if I don't give away half of 'em first.