“Billions of cicadas that have spent 17 years underground are set to emerge across large areas of the eastern US,…bursting into the open as adults in mass synchronized events.” — The Guardian
Ahhh good morning! I can’t believe it’s here! After 17 years underground, it’s finally time for all of us to emerge. Together. Like a family. Or better yet, like a fraternity of my...
Fie upon you, day-rats. You don’t fool me with your bushy tails and twitchy noses: I have seen what treachery you have wrought with your tiny hands and I aim to put a stop to it. Your reign of terror ends here. A pox upon your burrows. Or nests. Or whatever your houses are called!
Squirrels are destroying my garden and I have had enough....
“It’s impossible to kill,” my friend said cheerfully, handing me a tiny succulent. “Sounds like a dare,” I muttered, accepting the plant, and my fate. My track record with plants of any kind has been what we could call spotty, or, less delicately, horticultural manslaughter.
I grew up in a family of plant-murderers. My mother’s one attempt at a garden — six sad marigolds planted...
