Mary always tries to blame me for things that she finds around her house. I got blamed for the tiny little nuns, for the penguins and probably for other things that I've now forgotten. I usually tell her when I've planted something. Glow-in-the-dark religious figurines, for example. I warned her that it was going to happen if I kept getting blamed for things I didn't do. There was also a rotting plywood bendover lady that I stuck in her backyard, too. Again, I didn't hide behind anonymity. I repeat, I have not sent Jello to my good friend Dan.