Once again I ventured out into the yard, hoping to get some control over my weeds. The wet spring really made a mess, since I couldn't get out to keep up. I put on my white long sleeved top and heavy jeans, work books, and went out when it was muggy and looking ready to rain. Ha! I will beat those stinging insects yet.
First thing, I survey the area I want to weed out. Immediately I see a sentry flying lazily and I almost bolted for the door. Instead, I waited a minute, and it left. I didn't see any more close by, so I quickly ran up to the weeds and grabbed a few. The weeds are big enough that I have to really either tug hard or cut them off. No bees, wasps, hornets came at me. I worked awhile, surprised for the freedom. I saw a few a ways off, appearing to keep an eye on me, but not looking ready to attack. I started to feel a little confident.
Luckily I wear heavy leather gloves. I reached for a weed, and through my mind ran, "leaves of three, let them be," and then it hit me. The little buggers must have been planting that poison ivy. I looked up, and there they were off in the distance chuckling at me, their fuzzy little feet over their mouths so I couldn't hear them snickering, stingers waving in the breeze. I am sure I saw one pointing directly at me, shaking with glee.
At least now I know where the poison ivy came from.
4 comments:
Oh ick! Poison ivy is the worst! I say find those little buggers and shoot em. Nothing is worth poison ivy rash! ~Peachy
Hi There,
I am glad you are beating those buggers at their own game. I am also glad that you are getting the weeds pulled. Looks to me that you sure have been busy.
Keep up the good work.
Anita
Suz, do us all a favor. Check e-bay for a bee keeper suit before you venture out again. You're making me nervous.
I think you may be spending too much time out in the sun, you're starting to imagine things! --Albert
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