I know we’re all
supposed to go green…
But sometimes green goes a little too far.
Take this viny
thingy…
Uh, sorry Dad, I
know I grew up on a nursery where you were always spouting out the Latin names
for every bush and tree, but…
Back to the viny
thingy — Last year, I planted it next to the front porch as part of my “porch
beautification” project. It was supposed to climb up the post in some kind of
lovely manner. Instead, it looked more like a green version of the McDonaldland
Grimace.
So this year, I hacked it back.
And this wasn't just a little hack –
This was a “hack ‘til there’s nothing but dirt” kind of hack.
And this wasn't just a little hack –
This was a “hack ‘til there’s nothing but dirt” kind of hack.
Well, the Grimace
returned.
Then in one week’s
time, it went from tickling the legs of a chair…
to swallowing it whole.
I’m starting to think it’s holding a grudge.
I’m starting to think it’s holding a grudge.
I’m starting to
worry about the safety of neighborhood pets…
And the ‘slow children’ those yellow signs are always warning
about.
Hmmm…
There’s one creeping creepy story in there somewhere, I just
know it.
PROMPT: Good greenery gone
bad is today’s hot house topic. Check out The Dead Boys by Royce
Buckingham for inspiration. Nothing says “Leave on the night-light and cuddle
up with your machete” like this one — it features a nuclear waste-mutilated
sycamore that feeds on the life energy of boys. Gnarly fun!