Weeding

In my yard there are many weeds. They are invasive and I dislike them.

One morning, in an attempt to foil these unsightly nuisances, I apply a selective herbicide to their leafy stalks by use of a broadcast spreading device. The granules cling to the sticky dew where they will begin the wonderful process of injecting their virulent properties into the unsuspecting pests. I imagine the following morning: skipping with delight amongst their wilted remains. I am satisfied.

That evening as I retire, I am visited by an apparition of a bleeding dandelion. I flee to the lawn where an air-drawn bottle of Round-Up™ leads me to my neighbor’s yard. A crown sits atop the luscious Zoysia. The grass is greener.