We spent our normal Sunday morning at the community garden, except that we were accosted by some activists when we first got there.
"Is this your garden, sir?"
"One of the plots is mine, yes."
"We're here because we're concerned about the purity of our food supply."
"OK, but the community garden rules are very clear. No herbicides or pesticides, no chemical fertilizers."
"That's good, sir, but there's an even bigger scourge that nobody's talking about. Sir, do you aid your plant growth with telepathy?"
I stared. "Uh... are you serious?"
"Very serious! The effects of telepathy-aided produce on the human mind is one that weakens resolve and makes us more vulnerable to mind control from corporations and the government! There are studies that—"
"Look, that's the sort of technique you might find in an agrifactory, where they can afford to find, let alone pay, a telepath. My wife and i do all the work in our plot. Are you saying that we look like telepaths?" They started gibbering and i cut them off. "Look, i don't give a shit what WorldNetDaily or Alex Jones have been telling you. There's no actual scientific proof of what you're saying. Now please leave."
2wanda came up once they left. "Honey, would you go think at the romanesco? It's not looking very good and i don't think it's the gopher."