My wife gave me my birthday present a month ago. “It’s not my birthday,” I said. She told me to be patient.
My present was a bucket of dirt. “Gee, thanks,” I said.
“You have to take care of it,” she said. “Oh, great,” I said, “A bucket of dirt and a new chore.”
I did as I was told. It was supposed to do something on my birthday, but my birthday is still more than a week away. And now the bucket of dirt looks like this already.
Is it going to get bigger and more garish by my birthday? Should I be worried that it’s going to eat me? Because that would be a surprise.