A Citrus Disguise

Mmh. A superhero requires field rations, or perhaps stealth equipment. I made my way to the kitchen counter and discovered a solitary shiny lemon resting near a stack of wooden coasters. With a steady heave, I rolled the heavy fruit toward an upturned plastic funnel. Hmph. Balanced atop the funnel, it looked remarkably like a surveillance dome. I squeezed myself behind a jar of honey, peered around its glass curve, and gave the lemon a firm nod of tactical approval.