Change his fur to grayish brown and that skull to the remains of my tulips, and you have my flower beds as of about a week ago. As any knight knows, swords and chain mail are useless against such beasts, so I turn to the only weapon in my arsenal.
|Three years ago Cassi told me about this stuff. I'm still crazy grateful.|
I sprayed this around the bitten-down stubs of my tulip foliage last week, hurrying because Derek and I were about to scurry out for a date. When we got in the car, I wondered, "What is that smell?" I was unable to locate the source of the stench until I scratched my nose and realized that Oh. The smell is me. I'd gotten some Liquid Fence on my gloves and therefore smelled like death. We had to run back home anyway, so I switched out my gloves, as I didn't think the scent of blood and rotten eggs would mix well with barbecue.
I also received this hate mail last week, because rabbits won't stop until they've achieved world domination. I half expected to see cut out letters pasted on there under the photo, but they're much too canny for that. "Easter bunny." Sure. He probably also has some candy in the back of his van. Just 'hop' on in to pick some out, little girl.
When I haven't been waving my spade and shouting amorphous threats at the furry inhabitants of our yard (oh, and we have new neighbors who I'm pretty sure witnessed some of this. Remind me to tell you the story of how they probably think I'm a monster because I wouldn't help Adelaide out of the tree she was stuck in.), I've been enjoying the warm weather by cleaning out and weeding the flower beds. I've got around half of them done, and it's not even the middle of March! Thanks, sixty-degree days! I've even got a big chunk of the toughest bed done, and I've only found two nails so far.
|Right side: Creeping Charlie, grass, iris rhizomes, and nails. Left side: Iris rhizomes only!|
A few more years, and it's possible I'll have cleaned all the metal out of the dirt in our yard. No telling how long it'll take me to dig out all the bricks inexplicably buried under the grass, though.