Stupid vines

[bloodsong1]

Realized today the west side yard is probably the reason I got the notice, so I went out today after work to pull the weeds.

I pulled many weeds, and handfuls of vine, the same vine I've been fighting all year. I finally trace it back to one plant about two thirds down the west side of the house. I can't pull it out, it acts like it's part tree or something. I yanked all the vines I could and broke all the main stems. I also found two more trees and a bush. *HEADDESK*

I will need Handy BIL again. Or see if I can find a replacement cord for my weed whacker, which was found over the weekend. The salt crusts helped some, but didn't actually kill the trunks. I will need stronger stuff.

Cuteness will be back from her impromptu visit to Bermania tomorrow. It's been weird, coming home to an empty house. I suspect I will suffer empty nest syndrome. Jazz-cat informs me he LUVS me, as long as I feed him and pet him and suffer his ankle and calf attacks when he's playful. I do not suffer attacks, nor do I suffer clawing the furniture. He will learn. I really need a laser pointer.

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[kenshardik]

Mal reminds me constantly that I am not petting him by tap-tap-tapping me with his adorable paw. I love my Honey Boy and Val, my Pretty Girl.

[craig139.livejournal.com]

If you run the laser pointer light up the wall, he will suddenly discover the ceiling and want to be there. They hate a place they can't get to!

[chezelliott.livejournal.com]

I trained Elliott not to scratch on the furniture by shooting him with a water gun. And when he would go claws-and-teeth on me, I found he would stop immediately if I made a noise like a kitten crying.