
Future passive aggressive conflict.
Hee hee.
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My husband signed me up for “Nextdoor,” which is basically Facebook, only everyone posting lives in the area. He was all, “It’s a good idea to know what’s going on around here,” then promptly put in my e-mail address. -_-;;
It’s mostly people telling other people how they should be living their lives, with some lost pets and classifieds thrown in.
I have a pretty strong perverse streak, so when someone posted, “Grasshoppers travel from yard to yard, so if you have them you better treat them,” it filled me with a strong, overwhelming desire to cultivate ours. Feed them. Baby them. Make sure they grow up big, strong, and plentiful.
Then unleash them on the neighborhood.
My own personal plague of locusts.
Because nobody tells me what to do.
Even my 6-foot tall thistle got et by bugs.
I know this probably makes me a weirdo (I totally am anyway), but thistles are one of my favorite plants. They look so mean, yet the purple flowers are exotic, and they get monstrously huge.
And even that wasn’t enough to save it.
Curse you, grasshoppers, curse you.