Then my garden drama moved on to Mrs.C.O.B. or Mrs. Crotchety*Old*Bag, as I prefer to call her. It was just a few days ago that she enlightened me that she did not like my flowers growing on her half of the fence (full story). I was naive to believe our conversation was just that, words spoken.
Turns out, Mrs.C.O.B. had plans for my outrageous vining flowers, she would simply rip them out. Now mind you, Mrs.C.O.B. doesn't get around very well. She sits and waters. She kneels and leans about 2 inches from the ground when weeding. (Just for the record Mrs.C.O.B. is not a woman who is lonely, her daughter lives with her and she has five other children that visit her sometimes twice daily or at least once a week.)Apparently her age and mobility does not stop her from climbing her little wire fence and ripping out my flowers.
Monday afternoon, I saw her out my kitchen window. I grabbed my camera and moved in for the
So do you think my Shop Vac would clog if I tried to suck up this irritable critter, Mrs.C.O.B., that has invaded my precious garden space?
A little side note about the video, unfortunately my many attempts to directly upload to Blogger failed. I'm bummed because the compression from YouTube just about kills the quality of the video, oh the things I must learn. So sorry you had to sit through this crappy version. My husband who makes a living in the film industry is now bowing his head in disgrace. Guess I need to take a Final Cut class and kick up the videos a notch.