I can't deal with the thought of being stalked by the lawnmower kids. It has been two years since I first wrote about their creepy and unnatural obsession, and you would think that by now I would have become accustomed to the unwanted attention. But no. In fact, the dread deepens with each passing year.
Perhaps this will finally be enough to spur me to rip up that Kentucky blue and replace it with carrots and potatoes. We all know the season around here is too short for tomatoes.
What would you do?
What's growing in your yard?