Ack!!!! Dandelion Warriors!

This morning I'm sitting here in my pajammas worrying about what to write on my blog. What a life!

I realize that's not something to make you smile, but it sure makes my face muscles work!

All my other muscles are sore from doing yard work. Yesterday I spent several hours using my new yard tool to pull dandelions. I've never seen so many. You know how the farmers say, "It's a good year for corn!"?  Yep, well in my opinion, "It's a good year for dandelions!"

Some of them have rooted four and five in one clump. Monster mutant dandelions. Tough buggers to get out, and they look fearsome. In fact, I think I heard one of them giving instructions to another to dive deep and hide in the tunnel.

They have grown immune to the liquid weed killers. They fake death, lying in a huge irregular round circle on the ground, but underneath... *shiver*  They have built huge hideouts where they laugh at my attempts to seek them out.

When I was a kid, I loved dandelions. Big beautiful fields of yellow flowers. What fun when they would grow fluffy white heads and we could blow them and watch them fly away in the wind. Little did I know that I was preparing myself for a future of fighting armies of dandelions bent on vengeance.

I even dreamed about them last night. Huge, hulking yellow flowers wearing green armor, marching into the back yard to launch an attack against me for trying to take out their trapped soldiers. Ack!!!

All right, I'm not smiling any longer. I think I'll go upstairs and fortify myself with a nice hot cup of tea.

Thanks for stopping by, and if you need a smile today, think of me battling the dandelions!

The Tale of the Missing Squirrel -- Eeeeew

On Thursday, I purchased some weed killer and painstakingly walked around the yard both front and back to spray the dreaded dandelions. I swear we have some that are so big they can only be classified as giant mutant monster dandelions!! I've never seen any that large before! Of course, hubby couldn't get out much last year to weed and with me working, well, I think they decided to take hold in the back garden areas. But I digress.

While walking the perimeter of the yard, I found a squirrel, dead. It was next to the wood partitioning off the lilacs, azalias, and rose of sharon. Ick. Evidently the cats had caught it foraging in the bushes. They "murdered" it by slashing it's throat. I quickly side-stepped, told the cats who were sitting on their haunches watching my progress that they were very bad. (Although none of them seemed interested in the dead creature).

I forgot to tell hubby about it until it had turned dark. Since I had to work on Friday morning, he promised to go outside and get rid of the dead animal while I was away. I came home to find him with a "cute purple" throw-away glove on his hand. He said he was getting ready to go outside and get rid of the squirrel. I figured it must really be in a "state" after 16 hours. So I gathered some old newspapers to wrap it in and then we planned to put it in a plastic tie bag.

The two of us foraged outdoors and...no squirrel!!!

Nothing. Not even a sign of fur.  Now mind you if animals (say cats) had eaten it, there would have been remnants left. But the entire carcass had disappeared.

I'm not sure what really happened to it, but of course, hubby thinks I imagined it. NOT!
I just hope I don't stumble across it again. Do squirrels turn into vampires? Or zombies?

Thanks for stopping by!