I, murderer

Today I was a heartless killer.  It started during a visit to the spider I’ve been watching, the one which is living in the lid of the pool filter.  I went out today to take a photo of it and found it had made a little egg sac since my last visit.  It also seemed sort of sluggish, which made me wonder if that Charlotte’s Web stuff is true—maybe spiders really do die after laying their eggs.  I took some photos and hemmed and hawed and ultimately decided to kill the egg sac.  I just didn’t know what type of spider it was and if it was poisonous, and I didn’t want to risk a large influx of them just a few feet away from the dogs.  I felt badly.  I apologized before I did it.  I hate hurting things, especially when mama spider worked so hard on it.  I didn’t kill mama spider, so if she’s got another egg sac to make, more power to her.

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Nevertheless, once I tasted death I went on a veritable killing spree.  I was trimming up the rosemary bushes in front and clearing out old leaves from under them, when I came across the first fire ants of spring!  Woo hoo, spring is really here—let my battle with the fire ants begin.  I sprinkled the ground with fire ant bait while cackling like a maniac and checking to make sure they weren’t crawling up my pantleg.  After arranging for the imminent demise of the ants, I then decided to finally cut down the butt-ugly bush which has been growing by our front patio since we moved in.  I don’t know what it is.  It’s dark green.  It’s dark green all year, summer and winter.  It never gets flowers.  It’s just dark green.  And now it’s gone, gone, gone—sent to the big dull garden in the sky by my pruning shears.  Seriously, I can get really sentimental about this stuff and I’ve come close to getting rid of that bush for years, but it was only today when I found my nerve.  I’ll put something pretty there that the birds or the bees will like.

Speaking of birds and bees (no, not like that), the bees are out and gathering pollen from the lavendar, rosemary, and Bank’s roses.  And the birds are nesting in various spots in our roof and making an incredible racket at 6am.  I love them, and I’m glad they find the roof useful, but I always wish I could line the ground with mattresses or trampolines or something in case they fall.  Not a year passes that I don’t come across one dead fledgling lying in our driveway or in our side yard, and they always make me sad.  See, I’m not so cold-hearted after all.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 03/23 at 08:13 PM

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