The other day while my son was napping, our dog started barking really loudly. I hadn't heard a knock, but I went to the front door, and a student was sitting on our porch. I asked if I could help him and he said,"It's Melon and Gourd week." Aha!
Every year, for a week in October, one of the men's dorms carries on this tradition. Like hot potato, you do not want to be caught with the melon (a canteloupe) or the gourd--ever. It makes for some pretty funny moments of chasing and paranoia. There are certain areas that are off-limits for being tagged, of course--and door handles are one; hence the student on our doorstep.
It is funny to see (young) men running like the wind to get to class or the cafeteria. The game ends tomorrow morning, and whoever is holding the melon and the gourd (two different people) at 10:00 has to take a bite out of it. The melon and gourd are looking quiet pathetic after hours of handling, and sometimes they're even sporting some duct tape after being dropped--yuk!