On Monday evening, I stood on our front porch contemplating the vegetation growing up between the spreading interlocking bricks on the steps. I wasn’t looking forward to hunkering down with an old kitchen knife to pry the tufts out piece by piece. Oh, I’ve tried the agricultural vinegar route – all it did was make everything smell like the remnants of a french fry fest for a couple of days. The weeds just laughed it off. I was contemplating making a run to Quebec to buy some Killex when I noticed a handful of buzzy creatures zipping in and out of a spot by the rhododendron bush. I got a flashlight. Stepping in for a closer look, I realized that they’d chewed through the…
Categories: Argument, Modern life
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