May 10, 2017
When I took walks in Idaho, I’d see ducklings, or California quail with their impossibly cute babies. In suburban St. Louis I see…shrubbery.
Lots of shrubbery. Big shrubbery. Shrubs that no doubt started out small and cute (the subdivision landscaper’s go-to move), but are growing unchecked in front of lots of houses.
Some people trim and shape the bushes, but nobody keeps them small. They just keep letting them get bigger, to the point where they’re not even decorative anymore. It looks like their houses are being swallowed by the things. I passed one house and said, “Get—a—chainsaw!”
No real reason to write this; I just think it’s time we stopped setting ourselves up to be the next sci-fi horror flick. (“The Shrubbery That Ate Suburbia.”)