They're not funny, but they are amusing me

I was stood down on the plot last night, hands on hips, having a hearty, if slightly irrational, chuckle at the squash plants.

I think I'm finding them funny because they're growing like plants possessed at the moment - I suspect due to a combination of the very hot weather and the bucket full of the Allotmentboss's home made compost each is sitting in. Either way, each time I go down there another half dozen six foot long tendrils have made a bid for freedom, crawling over the neighbouring beds or neighbouring allotments.

I also find the fact that they like to hold hands so very tightly amusing. One of the beds above the squash contains potatoes, and the squash have got their tendrils wound well and truly round them. Every time I dig up a potato plant I can almost hear the attached squash whine; "Nooooo. Don't take him away. He's my fwiend..."