While most of us know a simple banana when we see one, my husband sees an altogether different and evil entity with devious intentions. Ask him and he will gladly tell you that bananas are hell-bent on destroying the world. For my otherwise rational husband, bananas elicit a powerful “ewwww” factor—it’s the smell, the taste and the consistency, he opines, that makes them so profoundly disgusting. I find this hilarious. He takes it seriously. In his own words, “The only good banana is a dead banana.” He is my husband and I love him dearly. Still, I find this funny.