I knew I'd be pissing off some deity by callously offing the obviously beloved and popular Wanda and Muriel, but who knew that it would lead to such drastic consequences as the week-long hard freezing of all my beloved spring plants? And now, their little prone bodies will be covered in several inches of snow in the next 24 hours, if the weatherheads are to be believed.
Bah. Had I known, I'd have come up with another solution, like accidentally tripping and falling on each of them several times, with an axe or at least done the deed under cover of darkness. But no. I had to be all "It's my garden, I'll commit planticide where I wish" and "I don't care who knows."
Fortunately, I saved some before the massacre:
I think this will have to sustain me until, oh, July, when things may just melt.
So, I'd like to send out a large, shamefaced apology to all and sundry who have had to suffer the blast of winter in what should be a time of scampering among the hyacinth and dancing among the daffodils. It won't be happening again, or at least not without some sneaking and hiding and wiping of finger and foot prints.
Let this be a lesson to us all. Being caught at murder never pays.
Labels: Garden Wars