Thank you, Hurricane/Tropical Storm Debby, for all you have left behind: the flooded roads and buildings, weakened dams, broken pavements, sinkholes, disrupted lives and businesses . . .

And the overabundance — unrequested and unwanted — of mushrooms and army worms. The former are sprouting all over our back yard like . . . well . . . like toadstools.

And the latter are everywhere, devouring the nourishment that had turned our lawns green — for a while. And now they’re brown. The lawns, that is. And the army worms too, I guess.

Oh, and don’t forget these guys.

They’re showing up everywhere on people’s properties, and they’re scary as hell because some of them, like the cottonmouths, are venomous. We have children and pets. We don’t need snakes. This is not the Garden of Eden!

So please, Mr. Sun, keep shining. Bring back the nice, hot weather that will dry out our soggy lawns and gardens, send the snakes back into their snake holes, and fry the army worms to a delightful crisp. As for the mushrooms, I guess we’ll just have to keep hacking away at them.

At least until the next big rain event. This is, after all, the southern swampland.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
8/10/24