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I am going to write some boring-ass posts to try to get better and into the habit of posting. I can only think of things to post about when I am away from a computer. Like when I am chopping the hell out of a giant grass shrub thing. I don’t know what it is called – pampas grass maybe? I hate it. It is Satan’s Shrub. The Realtor’s Revenge. Gardener’s Folly. But truly, I’m lying – I didn’t think of anything to post about when I was whacking the wide weed, instead I had that song from The Three Little Pigs on an endless loop …”I built my house of straw – I built my house of twigs”… because I thought that the only reason someone would purposefully plant the skin-shredding murder grass was to harvest its tall frondy things to build a thatch hut.
Ah yes, after a quick search I can confirm: it’s pampas grass. I’ve found a lovely little column at All About Lawns warning against this lamentable landscaping. The clump that I’ve been fighting this afternoon is about four times as large as it was when we bought the house. This, even after I hacked the crap out of it a year or so ago. I can’t believe it is just going to get bigger and bigger and bigger. I wonder if that would be a good place to install a second bathroom?