I went out this evening to have a look at the flower pots I stuck in the middle of the lawn about a month ago. Picking them up, I wasn't quite prepared for the devastation underneath - it would appear that snow followed by pissing rain followed by hot sunshine does not a happy lawn make. Not when trapped under a kilo of soil and plastic anyway. I notice a few spider babies on the ground when I lifted up the first pot - then made the mistake of giving it a bit of a shake. Suddenly I was confronted with the sight of a couple of hundred little orange spiders seething across the soil.
Not being particularly manly, I shat myself and dropped the flower pot on the ground before retreating with an "uurrrgh!" to the safety of the house. But, steeling myself for the sake of the blog, I paused only long enough to grab my phone and head back out to capture them in all their glory. The little minging bastards are now safely on the opposite side of the garden... although I am taking it as a fair excuse to yet again have failed to plant my seeds. And judging from the state of the lawn now, I've missed the most amazing growing weather in christendom.
I can feel crawling sensations all over my body at the moment.... am trying to convince myself I'm imagining it. Ick.
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