This little asshole keeps falling over and getting dirt everywhere. I think it can hear me talking shit about it.
Here’s the “Part 1"
I was cleaning up the dirt from this jerk falling over again, seriously thinking about killing it, when I saw it jumping over the railing.
It only made it about 20 feet before it slipped and hit the ground.
That’s when I pounced on it and slammed the liner to the planter over its head. I fucked its hair up real good.
Then I threw that black liner thing to the side and smothered that bastard in wicker.
Pics are from yesterday. When I got home from work today. My wife was on the front porch enjoying the view. As I walked up the steps she asked. Did you murder my plant?
Yes. Yes I did.
Here’s the view today.
It kinda looked like the spaceship from Independence Day rolling in.