WARNING ABOUT THAT LINK: a man grabs a handful of wasps before the story starts and I am covered in hives just from that.
YOU KNOW, THAT IS ENOUGH, PEOPLE. That is just freaking enough. Honestly? I think there needs to be MORE OF THIS HAPPENING to thin the herd. This is mother nature's way of culling the flock, this I believe.
Hey, guys! I thought I had a rough morning, and now I'm too shocked and baffled to remember what the hell even caused my frustration. Sounds like I need to eat a plate of French fries and have some cheesecake because LIFE IS SHORT. Especially when you poke your hose where it doesn't belong.
Fun fact: I am DEATHLY allergic to wasps. I'm very allergic to bees, but wasps can kill me. I almost died when I was a kid when four yellow jackets stung my shoulder and I went into cardiac arrest and my throat closed up. I AM A LITTLE STRESSED ABOUT THIS STORY. And also I am laughing, because that man clearly needed to die.
If Laura was to have a weekly/bi-weekly online chat where she answered gardening questions, I would
be interested in participating, either by watching or sending in a question.
not interested because I don't garden, am not into that topic, or other reason.
When in need:
French fries! (Mm, salty goodness.)
Chocolate! (Mm, repair Dementor damage.)
Green peas! (Mm, I'm a weirdo.)
Booze! (Mm, smells of Mother...)
Glue sticks! (I'm Ralphie Wiggums.)