During the months when it becomes a necessary evil to mow the lawn to keep my property from being legally declared a rain forest, I am notorious for
usually sometimes slacking on that particular homeowner’s duty. And as I’ve discussed before, I could care less what grows in my yard… let the grass and the weeds fight it out amongst themselves for the territory. Who am I to decide what lives and what dies?
That’s not a good enough explanation for this squirrel, who wants to know why the hell he’s shoulder deep in a tangled patch of weeds sprouting up around his oak tree and making it difficult to search for acorns. Would it kill me to get a little Ortho, or maybe run a mower over this shit?
Sorry, little buddy, but I’ve got more important things to do…. like take a picture of you sitting in the clover for my Saturday Squirrel feature. I do profusely apologize if there happens to be any poison ivy amongst that flora mange…
Have a dandelion of a weekend everybody!