There’s no doubt about it at nearly 64 my tolerance for heat has diminished; so i do a couple hours work and call it quits. Nothing wrong with that as its supposed to be enjoyable-right? Yesterday afternoon i started on what we call the hosta shade garden. Lets just say the spring got ahead of me. I made a decent dent in the mess but it got warm, hot really and i called it quits around 5. Well today i got out there for an early start on weeding. . First I went to work with my the weeding hoe and slowly but surely section by section i got it done. Nothing like the feeling of accomplishment after tilling up a bed. Then off to Lowes for some shade plants and flowers $60 bucks later I am planting away and i get to the second to last plant. It was then that something latched onto my finger and i had the sensation it was doing something. Do you know what brave people do when a large bug has their finger -doing something? No I am asking because i sure don’t. Well i didn’t scream like a little girl because I’m to baritone for that. More like Yeoooow, oh and more then loud. Lots of people outside still i may have gotten lucky with no actual eye witnesses. Being a scientist fiction fan i immediately slapped/slip the monster off all kids of horrors running through my head and checked the finger to see if the skin had been broken. (Did you ever hear about those tarantulas in the bannas) Because if it had broken the skin thats real real bad ...right? Next being a pacifist i beat the offending critter to death with the shovel. I’ve seen lots of bugs but never in Pennsylvania. I believe I’ve seen this one on tv because its pretty ferocious looking. Ive had a tuff day.
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