I AM THE DESTROYER…again…

As the filk song has it.

Jane is the builder in the house. I’m in charge of destroying things. I get tagged to kill algae, poison weeds, break down boxes…remove tile…you get the picture. So here I am trying to manage a damned sprayer the instructions to which I’ve lost, and I get a bath in Triox, which is so potent weeds won’t grow where it’s sprayed for a whole year—they say. Says not to spray it in the drip pattern of tress, which is pretty well our whole property, but I got the driveway, the side path, and the lava rock below the retaining wall….I’ve got to get the weedwhacker to the line of foot-tall grass which our neighbors’ lawn crew inexplicably left as a barrier between our paving-stone walkway and his lawn. Go figure. It’s on his property. But it’s seeding onto our gravel path. The Destroyer will be after it, with the weedwhacker, not the Triox.