Man, I had my yard looking so nice and then it came. Sneaking quietly under the earth, creating a maze of dead grass and mounds of dirt. I've quit watering my grass in hopes the dirt will harden and you will be foiled to ruin another yard.
Am I really surprised? Yes.
Living next to green space, I had a Snow White fantasy world of deer, rabbits, and squirrels roaming around with their quizzical gazes and cute noses twitching as I sang beautiful arias while working in my yard. Not once did a smell of skunk spray and a trail of dead grass (by moles) come into my vision of backyard pleasure.
Snow White fantasy has turned to the Huntsman vision. My sister said her husband killed a mole and didn't eat meat for an entire week. Luckily, I have a dad that likes to wear a Superman cape once in a while.
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