“Mission accomplished!” the weed exclaimed, as its fangs launched into my finger and its weed seed deployed. Doing what a good host should, I carried it many weed miles away (really only a few human yards) so I’m sure there were high hopes for a new home to settle in. Alas for the weed, its intentions were brushed off into the dust bin rather than allowed to seed in a new spot. I believe the weed might have called it an attack on my person, but naturally I prefer to look upon this as more of a personal attachment. After all, I do muck about quite a bit amongst the weeds, and this is my payback.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.