~SHORT HORROR STORY...~

 

 

Today was the day!  No more putting it off...I mean it's silly!  Such a small task..really simple.  So...

since I had another wheelbarrow that we don't use (garage sale for $5:) which has been sitting around for four years...WITH a flat tire..I had Patient Husband fix the flat (bless his heart)  drill the bottom full of nice  holes for good drainage.   I am starting another little mini garden to wheel about the yard.  I have plants from last season that never got planted.  Poor little things!  Their plastic pots were breaking apart, they were drying out and wilting constantly..so those are going in.  NO idea what else..but it's a start.  I will let you know how it goes.

 

This is a much larger wheelbarrow than the last one.  The sides are all faded but you can see it was once  a rather pretty blue.  I decided to let it be..We shall see what a little WD-40  can do for it. 

Should I paint it or leave it all chippy?  Right now I guess it's staying chippy.

Yes, yes, I know.  I do a lot of digressing!

 

 I was hot into getting this done!  ON a mission!  I wheeled out my little light weight, handy dandy, lady like wheelbarrow and headed for the shed.  PH told me there is a nice big sack of potting soil there just waiting to be used..AND so it was!  Delightful!

 

I reach into the dim garden shed and drag out the garden soil...and with a mighty HEAVE I get it into my little wheelbarrow and head to the back 40 where my heavy duty wheelbarrow is waiting.  Things are going beautifully. 

I grab the big bag of soil and get the top ripped open wide enough to dump the entire bag in.  I dump  the entire contents in neat as can be...and then I SCREAM bloody murder!  Cockroaches..EVERYWHERE!!!

 

 

 

BIG ones, medium ones, tiny ones!!!

  I start slapping with my gloved hands..they simply CANNOT get away from me..up the sides they run..SMASH!  They try to dig into the soil and escape.  HUGE handfuls of soil I grab and SMASH!!  I swat, I squish I pulverize, I cringe and swat some more...and finally, things look calm.  I am breathing like I had just run a complete half block!

It's quiet..I take my little trowel and turn over soil..MORE run out and dash for the sides..some burrow!  I don't budge I keep right on squashing and shuttering...and ..ok, there were a few choice words there for the neighbors to hear (I hoped they were not home!) but I kept turning the soil and breaking up the clods and smashing!!  

I was on a total "search and destroy!"  Not a single prisoner was taken!!

Then I stood and watched, eyes darting this way and that...as I  cringed and shuddered... 

 

Why didn't I spray them?  Are you kidding?  The wheelbarrow was right next to the house!!

NOT a single nasty critter was allowed to escape. 

Not once did I yell for Patient Husband.  HE would have said.."don't get excited.  I'll go get the spray!"  and wandered calmly off!   No! 

I did what was best.  I SMASHED them. 

Please don't tell me you are a naturalist or that they are a protected species..ok?

:)

I am calling the terminator...I mean exterminator out in the morning!

 

Big hugs,

Mona

 

 

P.S. I hope to heavens PH didn't hear me curse!  He never said a word when he finally arrived to see what all the ruckus was about.  I KNOW I am going to have nightmares tonight!! :(  I just KNOW it!