Spent the last two hours mowing, cutting, poisoning and schlepping. If I don't end up getting poison ivy, it'll be a small miracle.
Here's an idea: weeds as military grade weapons. I haven't quite figured out the particulars yet, but I can tell you, some of the weeds I pulled up looked vicious. They go anywhere, blend in with the locals, and then slowly take over the whole area.
--Ben
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