Nettles, Again?…………..Really?
I have fun things I want to do…
Fun things I could easily find to do…
There are other, not so fun, projects that need doing…
But, instead……..what do I find myself doing…………….repeatedly?
Why, fence repair!
Repeatedly!
Of course…
I live and breath for smashed digits and blue fingernails.
I’m sure I’ve stressed my tetanus shot to its max with rusty, broken-fencing cuts/scrapes/& punctures…………………(those are the best).
And still there’s more to do…………..plus more/new damages happening everyday! What a treat!
Aaaauuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!
Aaaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
**********And, &, AND I filled up three, III, THREE, (3) empty feed-bags with the spring harvest of Deadly Nightshade!!! And there’s still more!**********
How do people ever survive in this state!??!
Plus, the season of those creepy, shiny, black beetles isn’t even here yet.
But it’s fast approaching!
See (“Night Noises & Such”— Post/Published—June 12, 2017).
The spring spiders have hatched out already with their icky, hairy, scuttling legs! (Shiver & Shudder)
Aaaaauuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
*****************************
But……………………as I type this post, my swollen hands & forearms are both stinging & itching……………………while my ankles are weirdly cold & feeling stretched three-sizes larger than usual.
You see…………….while I was repairing the rusted fence between Mason and the Wolfhounds…………….(I wasn’t so much worried about Mason, as imagining too vividly the multiple/imagined images of Wolfhounds being tossed in the air and subsequently trampled by Mason)–(plus, the dumb hounds are now making it a morning habit of running out to his rusty fence-line and barking at him, while he is rearing and striking at them from the other side of this feeble/rusted fence!!!!!)
Aaaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!
So, I whacked up extra long/extended insulators for additional electric fencing to hopefully shock those stupid hounds away from flashing hooves and eminent death.
And whenever I would drop my hammer (or those heinous, stupid fence-staples) they would fall directly into the under-lying nettles……………….(and I forgot my work gloves………………….again).
But it really doesn’t seem to matter.
I get stung by the nettles repeatedly through my over-alls and socks……………..so, I doubt the gloves would help much, besides they stop at my wrists.
I need to do fence repair in a scuba diving wet-suit.
***********************************
I did succeed in getting extra shock-ability for the dumb-dumb hounds.
Patrice was no help in guarding me from excessive nettle attacks.
I did succeed in eradicating “some” of the Deadly Nightshade (otherwise, I’m sure the Wolfhounds would consider flossing their teeth with the leaves!)
So, now I’m awaiting for the residual/unhealthy-side-affects to go away from the Nettle-Whatever-They-Are-Called……………….(it’s a lengthy process for me that takes hours and hours.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Here’s a fun, little (warped) aside.
I routinely suggest to visitors who venture into a nettle patch and subsequently start complaining about the searing scorch…………….
……………………….to pee on their burn…………………..
It doesn’t help one bit……..
But it’s fun watching their shocked expressions, and even more of a private chuckle, if I can convince someone to give it a try…………….
(I never said I was a nice person.)
2 thoughts on “Nettles, Again?…………..Really?”
Greetings! This is my first comment here so I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say I truly enjoy reading your posts.
Can you suggest any other blogs/websites/forums that
cover the same topics? Appreciate it!
Thank you. It’s turned into therapy for me——–less controversial in the neighborhood than primal screaming. I had never heard about a blog until the movie, “Julie & Julia”. And then inadvertently I started getting the prettiest cooking utensils as gifts from friends. That was when I learned about the “Pioneer Woman” (who to this day I keep referring as the “Frontier Lady”). But really I’m so bad at computers, I wouldn’t know how to find a blog…………sometimes I can’t find mine…