I hate sago palms.
When we bought this house a year ago I jokingly tried to get the realtor to have it removed as part of the deal.
I can't walk around the front of the truck because it pokes me.
I can't hardly to get my water hose on the side of the house without walking around the cars out to the street, because it antagonizes me daily.
I can't weedeat around it because it leaves my legs looking like a pin cushion.
Today I was doing yard work when it attacked me again.
I put the weedeater up, put on my war paint, tried to put on my old Marine camo but somehow it shrunk.
I called the wife on her cell and told her not to come home because it was gonna be dangerous around our house for awhile.
I put on the work gloves, closed my eyes, and went UFC on the sago palm for a few minutes.
It resisted violently, but five minutes later I had it handcuffed and bound. It muffled a few little pitiful whines, but one kick to the "roots" and it shut up.
Next step was cranking up the F250 and strategically locating my front tow hooks near the whimpering sago.
One punch of the accelerator and the enemy was down for good.
Chew: 1 Sago ****: 0
Yes, I know. I'm a dork.
When we bought this house a year ago I jokingly tried to get the realtor to have it removed as part of the deal.
I can't walk around the front of the truck because it pokes me.
I can't hardly to get my water hose on the side of the house without walking around the cars out to the street, because it antagonizes me daily.
I can't weedeat around it because it leaves my legs looking like a pin cushion.
Today I was doing yard work when it attacked me again.
I put the weedeater up, put on my war paint, tried to put on my old Marine camo but somehow it shrunk.
I called the wife on her cell and told her not to come home because it was gonna be dangerous around our house for awhile.
I put on the work gloves, closed my eyes, and went UFC on the sago palm for a few minutes.
It resisted violently, but five minutes later I had it handcuffed and bound. It muffled a few little pitiful whines, but one kick to the "roots" and it shut up.
Next step was cranking up the F250 and strategically locating my front tow hooks near the whimpering sago.
One punch of the accelerator and the enemy was down for good.
Chew: 1 Sago ****: 0
Yes, I know. I'm a dork.
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