There is a surplus of inchworms this year. They're everywhere, swinging around in the air, covering cars... everywhere. My mom has this Lilac bush that she covets. I admit, it's a fabulous plant to have about. Who doesn't like the smell of Lilac right? Well, the inchworms are ravaging this Lilac Bush and I committed myself to saving it's life. I head into the local nursery and as I don't want to buy the wrong thing, head for the front counter. Before I get to the counter, the old dude behind it asks what he can help me with. I answer him nice and loud so he catches it the first time:
Hi! I'm here to get advice on how to get rid of the bugs on my mom's bush. They're making her crazy!
It's to late and we both know it. The entire place has gone DEAD SILENT. I slow down a little and make an apologetic/pained face. Eye contact is immediately ended by him. I can't help but think this is all silly and unnecessary so I say: Lilac people! LILAC BUSH!
Was it helpful? I'm not sure. But at least it got the ball moving in the right direction.
I am now going to go and slaughter an insane number of what is possibly the cutest insect on the planet. I feel like a heartless mass murderer. A heartless mass murderer that has a hard time articulating my needs. Hence the murder. No one has ever fully understood me. You'd kill too. Die die die.
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