Posted by sean on June 14, 2014 at 8:51 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


You’ll remember that last week I dumped chemical weapons all over the weeds on the patio. Today I went into the garden to examine the aftermath. It was devastation. All of the weeds were dying or looked rather poorly – besides the damn dandelions, which had probably grown since Sunday!

It was time to deal with the dead weeds, pull them up and give them a proper burial – in the bin. Most of the weeds pulled up without trouble, however I later ran into great difficulty. One variety of weed proved very difficult to dispose of, even in its death. Despite its lifeless body, sharp spikes remained, making it impossible to pull up without tearing my hands to pieces, or at least giving me an uncomfortable sting. I suppose that means Sean 2-1 Weeds.

Some weeds had even taken on reinforcements, in the form of ants. These ants prevented me from pulling up the weed from the ground, having made a nest underneath. Had I fought them, I would have been attacked and bitten. Still, I’ll see it that I have the last laugh. Next weekend, I will return. If the ants are not gone, I’ll call upon another of my trusty weapons of mass destruction – a kettle filled with boiling water. Bye bye, ants.

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