Garden Tragedies

Last year I was using my pitchfork to get big clumps of grass out of my raised bed when I decided to plant in it after all. After one particular hearty plunge into the grass, I raised up the pitchfork to find a poor froggie half-way up one of the tines  – skewered. It took me a while to get over being the perpretrator of that tragedy.

Well, I just came in from my foray with the weedeater in the grass and weeds that grow out by our split rail fence where there are also a lot of plantings. I just can’t do it any more. I know I’m going to go to amphibian hell now when I die. I accidentally weedwhacked a poor garden snake in half. I stood out there for 10 minutes saying “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” and just could’t bare to turn the thing back on again. I guess I’ll let Rich whack my beautiful plants if need be…

whaaaaaaa… poor little snake. It’s not even like it was a worm. Remember 10th grade biology? Cut a worm in half and you just have two worms…no problem.

Poor little snake. I’ll just sit here at my computer where I can’t do any harm…

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