A Truant Disposition

"I must be idle."

Triffids, Giant Ants & Me

Written By: Ainy Rainwater - Jul• 09•10

Today is an absolutely beautiful day, a perfect day, unless, of course, the triffids that sprang up during the 2 weeks of rain kill me.

In discussing the weed situation with friends, we have run out of adjectives to describe what happens when over 14″ of rain falls in about 10 days onto invisible dormant seeds. Thank goodness none of the weeds are prickley—I shudder to think what a drop of blood would do to them. (See: The Thing From Another World)

I seem to have escaped without encountering the newly hatched vampiric mosquitos or giant ants.

A few minutes later…
I spoke too soon. As Mr. Spock once said, “There is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.” I could see something out of the corner of my eye, I said something not nearly as witty as Spock (haha) like, “Eeep!” Knocked it off without ever getting a clear look at it & while I was recalling the Star Trek line, the dog gallantly tried to catch it. I dispatched it, thereby saving me & the dog. It was a Giant Ant.

That’s it for me. No more mad forays into the garden today. I need to rehydrate, which is slightly ironic since it’s the excessive hydration of weeds that started all this.

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