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June 19, 2002-8:25 p.m. My attempted bio-terrorism attack against the Biblical number of grasshoppers surrounding my house has been a miserable failure! I did try to think of other solutions before I just went out and wrecked biological havoc on my yard. I thought about chickens or guineas but they need a place to roost. I have no such place for them and would have been hard pressed to get Daddy to help me build a hen house when he stringently objected to the fowl saying they would make the place look really white trash. I stifled the urge to ask him how he thought that 1949 Plymouth up on blocks in the driveway made the place look. ~Sa glows with pride over having achieved such a spectacular feat of self-restraint~ Sunday evening, when the novelty and fun of swatting jumping insects away at every turn had finally worn thin, I decided to spray my yard. When I finished spraying, it seemed as though the grasshopper population had been significantly reduced. Not so today! A mere three days later there are grasshoppers everywhere once more. I feel like I�m on the set of some neo-Hitchcock thriller involving an advanced species of grasshoppers intent on world domination. I�m in serious need of an entomological super hero, y�all! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
