Treating the lawn...

FLEAS!! Jeez, did we have a problem.

Poor Hank was beggin us to fix the problem, and after we started getting eatin on. Well it was time to do something totally in the "bad mother fucker" realm.

So, there was a purchase.. liquid spray AND grandular for the lawn. Spray for Hank, the floors in the houses and the furniture.

Hank first. Then the inside of the houses. THEN the yard...

Critter couldn't find the spreader, so she gets the bright idea to use the grass seed spreader that was Poppas from WAY back.. one of those with the big sack to hold the seed. One that throws out (even on the lowest setting) WAY to much insecticide.

As most of you know, I have allergies. I am or can be allergic to just about anything at an given point in time. I usually don't have "slight" reactions either. I'm nothing like I was when I was a kid, but yet I still have some pretty rotten reactions to things no other human being would even give thought to. So, Critter was the spreader and I was the waterer (is that even a word?). ANYWAY...

I have no video of this. Lord do I wish I had! Here is Critter with this sack hanging down past her knees trying to walk really fast and turn the crank really slow to throw out the least amount of grandular. She looked like a chicken with a dogs nose up her ass. Arms flappin with that old crank, half ass running with her knees bending out high around that seed sack.

I cried that day.. I cried so hard I had to sit down in the middle of the yard and hold my tummy. For days I couldn't even talk about it without laughing my ass off. I can still see it in my head this very minute.

Critter, I love ya!