Monday, June 04, 2012

Revenge of the Morning Glorys



Our greenhouse has been invaded by wild Morning Glory vines or “Bindweed” as it's sometimes called. We've sprayed it, dug it up, and pulled it out by the roots, but like “Arnold” it just keeps coming back.

The amazingly fast growing roots are long, white tubes that can reach the size of a pencil and sometimes you can pull three or four feet out of the soil before they break off and start growing again. Any broken pieces will regenerate into a new vine and every day new sprouts appear, giving us the daily chore of pulling them out.

Several days ago I spied some new vines creeping out from behind a piece of plywood leaning against the greenhouse wall. I pried the board out a bit so I could see what was behind it, and Eureka! There was a bonanza of tangled Morning Glory roots hiding there.

I pried the plywood out some more, slid my hand down and started pulling out fist full after fist full. I couldn't believe how many of the ropey things I was yanking out of their hiding place. I had a 5 gallon bucket half full of roots before I was almost done. I saw one more, way back in the narrow crevice and I jammed my hand in, grabbed it and pulled it out.

Imagine my surprise when it curled around my wrist, opened it's mouth and hissed at me. On second thought, “surprise” is too mild a word for what I felt. Maybe “terror” or “horror” would be closer, but I don't think there's a word in the dictionary that has the definition “almost crapping your pants!” (At least I couldn't find it.)

Now, most folks would say, “That was just a harmless little garden snake!” but they haven't seen the bruises I received while I was flailing my arms like an out of control windmill, trying to get rid of the damned snake and get out through the green house door.

It's been two days now and I think my pulse rate has dropped back to nearly normal. It's occurred to me that a temporary cure for the slowness of movement that happens to older people like me with Parkinson's Disease might be to surprise them with an occasional snake. But count me out!


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