tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930683319071532737.post2785779229116084445..comments2023-12-25T12:36:39.860-08:00Comments on The Clue Meter: You know how I know?Dranghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08082177597135236652noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930683319071532737.post-29694279276818880892014-08-07T08:35:12.709-07:002014-08-07T08:35:12.709-07:00It could be worse. Unlike kudzu, at least blackbe...It could be worse. Unlike kudzu, at least blackberry brambles produce tasty fruit.AuricTechhttp://aurictech.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930683319071532737.post-60513467067352191492014-07-26T21:42:35.218-07:002014-07-26T21:42:35.218-07:00Kill them with fire.
Or maybe nuke 'em from o...Kill them with fire.<br /><br />Or maybe nuke 'em from orbit.Dranghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08082177597135236652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930683319071532737.post-86709099296542906992014-07-26T17:55:26.705-07:002014-07-26T17:55:26.705-07:00I bought a house. It had a small blackberry shrub...I bought a house. It had a small blackberry shrub in the back lawn ... and a HUGE one along the back fence.<br /><br />My wife said "YUM" and eagerly looked forward to all the blackberries she could eat.<br /><br />Year two: the blackberries started taking over the lawn, and the back fence. I put my foot down and started The Battle of the Blackberries! Tore them out root and branch.<br /><br />Year three: Didn't get all the roots. Started all over. Dug out half the yard and all the back fence.<br /><br />Year four: Poison. Contemplated fire, but couldn't find a blowtorch big enough to keep up with them<br /><br />Year five: Wife said "I miss the black berries, can't we keep just SOME of them?"<br /><br />Year six: I quit chopping at the cute little vines.<br /><br />Year seven: the blackberries take over the back yard, the back fence, and are sneaking up on the house from its 'blind side'.<br /><br />Year eight: Full court press! "Root and Branch" are a weekly chore.<br /><br />Year nine: We are divorced.<br /><br />Year ten: I sell the house. Buyer's wife says "Blackberries! Oh, YUM!" (I snicker, and cash the check before I move out.)<br /><br />IJerry The Geekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16181610016755426448noreply@blogger.com