Grubs suck.
Normally, I’m pretty good at delaying my projects because I’m lazy and easily distracted.
So of course, when I get motivated to do something, the Universe has to intervene.
I thought I’d slaughtered the grubs what killed my lawn. Not so. I start digging up the front yard, and just below the surface, those disgusting white wigglers are waiting for me. They seem to be mocking me with their curling and wiggling.
So, instead of putting in a flower garden, I’m watering more grubslaughter into the front yard.
Meh.