Apparently the kumquat crop was hit hard.
It is bad. It was so cold all the ladies got their "Animals" out of the closet. I haven't seen so many former furry woodland creatures paraded around on peoples backs since a pack of stoned skwerls attacked Mrs Jones and The Lady's auxiliary garden club members planting hemp 20 years ago. There were white ones, brown ones, silver ones, multi colored ones, big ones, crazy ones and ones with the heads and their bushy little tails still attached. For days the damn hood smelled like cheep gin and mothballs.