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or in my case, these [expletive deleted] burrs from the wasteland that was once our front yard.

Ten years of drought in Central Texas and our lawn is kinda like a tan crusty mat of Texas sand burrs. Looks just fine, actually. But over the past few years, those little fuckers have won the war and are finally in everything in the house. Throw rugs, upholstery, curtains, blankets, SOCKS, shoe soles, mats, towels, pants, chairs, ugh, you name it, you touch it, it's got sand burrs in it. I pick them off before I do the laundry. I pick them off after I do the laundry. I pick them off while I'm putting the laundry away. I pick them off when I'm getting dressed. I pick them off when I step on one and yell. I sweep them off the tile. They're an army of invasive little knives.

The jokes on them, though. They'll never sprout on the tile, so their journey to spread their seed far and wide was thwarted. Ha! Screw you, sand burrs. Unless they've taken over the landfill where my trash goes, in which case I guess they win. Dammit.


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Jan. 6th, 2013 04:52 pm (UTC)
I don't know that they're the same kind, but every now and then we find them up here--usually in less-cultivated areas. I can't imagine having a yard full of them--I'd go nuts!
Jan. 6th, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
I might have. LOL
Jan. 7th, 2013 12:35 am (UTC)
uhm....round up the whole thing and go zero-scape?
Jan. 7th, 2013 02:38 am (UTC)
The pictures I found made me think of what I grew up knowing as boobelice (spelling uncertain; pronounced boob-a-lease). This was in South Jersey. The burrs look remarkably familiar. Ick. Suck. Fortunately not endemic.
Jan. 7th, 2013 06:44 am (UTC)
Move to somewhere warm? You know, where you never go .... brrrr.

Ducking, running, can't run fast enough, but I can try....
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