I went outside and spent about an hour pulling weeds out of the fence line. What the hell is that stuff? It's viney with green pods ... it wound itself all up through the chain link fence ... and there were these nasty tiny yellow bugs all over 'em. Ugh!
For some reason, I thought that stuff was called "milkweed" ... but after looking online, the crap that's winding itself up through my fence looks nothing like milkweed.
After an hour, I had two chain link sections completely cleaned out ... and the rest trimmed down. Once I actually got into the thick of things, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Don't get me wrong ... weed-wise, it was a mess. But if it weren't for those damned bees, I might've gotten that entire fence line cleaned out.
I hate bees. I know what you're thinking, "Well, ThirtyWhat, who doesn't?"
No, you don't understand ... I hate bees ... to the point it's almost a phobia. Let me put it to you this way ... if I ever went on Fear Factor, the first thing they'd do is put my ass in a tank full of bees.
So ... for want of a beekeeper's suit, the fence is still weedy. I've read bees "sleep" at night ... so I may have to go out tonight around dusk and see if I can get the last of the weeds pulled out. Wish me luck ... cause if I get stung I'm gonna be the biggest baby in Central Illinois.
We're not the killers, we're the worker bees
If you resist us you will feel our sting
Surrender now before the swarm sets in
Billy Talent - Worker Bees