|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|I almost died tonight.
Death by Gopher.
Little bastard dug a tunnel through my garden and came up AGAIN, right next to my beautiful lettuce.
I covered the up obvious hole, and packed it with dirt - little more than a cosmetic fix. Then, I set about de-weeding the garden. Those little weeds pop up in a matter of hours! While travelling from one location to another, AAAAAAH! The ground below my foot collapsed, and I was ankle deep in dirt! I could have broken a hip!
I inquired as to the best method of ridding myself of this pest, and one of the old, experienced gardners said I should buy a trap, and capture it. Eeew! I never realized farming was so - distasteful... I suppose I could catch him, and walk him across the street to the foresty canyon the city uses for a water-something. There's plenty of vegetation over there, and loads of animals, so I know it's safe. I don't want to have to kill the little creep - just make him GO AWAY!!!
I feel like Bill Murray in Caddyshack. I only pray to whatever gods are in charge of vegetable gardens, that there are 6 lettuce plants in that garden tomorrow.....
Gotta pick the kidlet up from her YRUU group at church. She's demonstrating to the other kids the casting of a circle... Unitarians are so cool!
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
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|Marriage is love.|