Home again, home again, jiggity jig

Though the pig appears to have been here in my absence. The dirty dishes and laundry I can deal with...but why are there 2 moldy bananas under the end table? They are actually fuzzy-looking. And me without my HAZMAT gear.

I'm trying to have a sense of humor about this, but I'm too confused. I keep trying to come up with a scenario that makes sense, but I can't. It's not like he thought about having a snack and then fell asleep on the couch or something...there's 2 of them, and they're nowhere near the couch he likes to lay on.

And the whole house smells like banana now, at least to my Pregnancy-Powered Super Smeller. I hate bananas at the best of times.