Fun fact: I fucking LOVE gardening. But the past four years that I have lived in my house I've been incredibly lackadaisical about keeping my backyard from turning into a literal jungle. But this summer, I took a look at my foot-tall grass full of shit, weeds and sticks and said NO MORE! THIS IS THE SUMMER I'M GOING TO FIX THE BACKYARD!! So almost everyday I've spent two to three hours planting, mowing, clipping, digging, etc. And it looks beautiful now.

But I woke up this morning with 12 bites on my legs :D I am in extreme pain.

But on the real though, bugs aren't the only dangerous things in the wild. We have have voracious plants because those ungrateful fuckers don't appreciate all the fertilizer I give them. Instead they want deer.