Natural selection…in my frontyard
At the urging of my wife, I finally went outside and put down some weedkiller.
As I’m walking around spreading death to weeds with my gloved hands, the dew gets into my sneakers and the chill slips under my sweater. I’m just starting on the bucket when I notice that the weeds are bigger and spikier than last year, and clumpier.
We have mutant dandelions. Continue Reading »
felixnation :: Apr.28.2007 :: Hermit Cave, wife :: No Comments »