My son Cooper knows the rage that squirrels stir up in me. He’s witnessed it firsthand from his basinet, his high chair, his pack and play…. He understands my contempt for those bushy-tailed rodents with their beady eyes and diligent little digits that dig down deep my dirt.
He knows the wickedness they wield. And he shares my hopes and dreams of a squirrel-free world. A world where bird-feeders go unmolested by prying paws and gnawing gnashers and grass grows thick and long—like the once lush locks of the formerly fabulous Fabio! A world where we no longer have to stare envy-eyed at our neighbors' plush green yards—thick with Zoysia, Bentgrass, Bermuda, Kentucky Bluegrass, Saint Augustine, Ryegrass and Fescue (gesundheit!)—while we stand helplessly … solemnly … on what looks to be the remains of a hastily-abandoned mass grave.
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It is good to see you are sleeping, a 10 AM posting is much better than those 1 & 3 AM's. Your poor little son, would not he be better served by playing with blocks, playdough, ballooooons?
My skin is very dry and flakey too is Zoysia the cause???
Rachel
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