Tuesday, May 24th, 2011

Last night, just before we went to bed, My Darling B assured me that we wouldn’t have to worry this year about an aerial assault of our fair city by squadrons of cropdusters spraying yellow shit (otherwise known under the trade name Killer Yellow Shit) to poison all the gypsy moths who so sneakily hide under the branches and leaves of the tress in our neighborhood. I believed her, because she read it on the internet and, as everybody knows, anything you read on the internet is true.

Except this one thing. The skies over our house were buzzing with cropdusters for almost an hour this morning as soon as there was enough daylight to see. I could hear them as soon as I got out of the shower, and as soon as I realized what was going on I toweled off as quickly as I could and went from room to room shutting windows. ‘Cause that keeps all the poison out. Really. And you don’t have to worry about getting any on you when you walk out to your car ’cause it’s perfectly safe, as far as poison goes. And it’s just a little poison. That’s been dumped by the ton from airplanes. On us and our house. And our garden.

dusted | 5:47 am CDT
Category: daily drivel, Our Humble O'Bode, yet another rant
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