The prompt today: invaders.
I just spent a couple of hours in the garden weeding, pruning, and tying up tomato plants - there must be more dirt under my fingernails than out there in the garden right now.
I bet my mom is reading this and thinking, 'He's weeding an acre of garden these days but I could never get him to weed my ten foot flower garden in front of the house.' Sorry mom, it just took me a while to understand how satisfying weeding can be.
"They've got us surrounded sir!"
"Excellent, they're right where we want them."
"But... with all due respect sir, have you lost your mind? They'll be over the walls and through the gates in a matter of minutes!"
"Exactly. That's when we'll blow the dynamite!"
"But... we'll be inside too... won't we?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"Uh, no sir. Not at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go... talk to... uh, Gerald. Out back. I'll see you later sir."