Just call me the Dr. Doolittle of weeds
My friend, D (who happens to have the same middle name as me), sent me this
Rose is Rose cartoon because she knew I'd find it funny:
I did, and I can totally relate to it. I've probably spent 300.00 on rabbit food this year. This was completely unintentional, of course. For example, I bought about 90.00 of the sweetest looking ground cover one day when I was out with my mother-in-law. I planted it that weekend, and by the next week all of it was nibbled down to the nubbins (is that a word?). My hundred (+) beautiful,
babies that I started from seed? I think I have five left.
Yet the weeds? I suppose they aren't as tender and tasty as EXPENSIVE plants. Dumb Wabbits. Or maybe I'm the dumb one for planting them in the first place.
::Shrugs::
Anyway, this cartoon kind of reminded me of a strange habit I have. (OK, people, I *KNOW* I have more than one- cut me some slack) I talk to weeds. I am not quite ready to seek professional help about it, but the bearded eye-roller might think otherwise.
Here's the deal; I read somewhere that some weeds will grow next to plants that they kind of look like. Of course, I could be making all of this up- but I'm sure I read it somewhere. Anyway, I often find that to be true with some of the weeds. In fact, sometimes I'm almost fooled. When that happens, I always compliment the weed on the mad imitation skillz-
right before I yank it out. The conversation goes something like this, "Wow dude- you almost had me fooled. Good job!"
I apologize after I annialate it though- does that count?
Upon more pondering, I'm sure it 'counts' toward my ticket to the loony bin.
RisibleGirl was blabbing on about her adventures again on 06/23 at 05:25 AM
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