Obesessed.

I finally purchased chemicals for my weed problem, which is rather a big deal, not unlike losing one’s virginity.  First, I went to the nursery and found this organic clove oil- vinegar compound, which technically is not a nasty chemical, but still, who wants clove oil and vinegar in your eyes?  And if you’re some little microbe in the soil, it has to be horrible to get doused in that stuff. 

I felt kind of awkward because it was in with the super nasty stuff like “moss-be-gone” (By the way, who would want the moss to be gone?  I never understood that.  People want something low and green to cover their yard, but if something low and green comes in on its own, it must be killed?), and the guy who worked in the store was helping a man who acted like he thought all plants were bad and wanted to kill everything in his yard, and the guy working there didn’t look like he liked that plant-hater guy at all. 

Anyway, I was strangely worried that it would seem like these were my people, and especially since I had to kind of scoot in front of them to grab the large jug off the shelf, giving the appearance that we were sort of mingling.  When I grabbed the jug, I accidentally dropped it, causing me to yelp just a tiny bit, because the very same thing happened the other day at the grocery store, and it went like this:  I hurriedly grabbed the large jug of laundry detergent, and dropped it, causing the plastic cap to split, and allowing a dinner-plate sized puddle of soap to ooze onto the floor.  I went to the front of the store, the way you do, and said, oh, I’m so sorry, I broke this.  And the clerk, the one who’s been there forever who’s name starts with C. just looked up and said, “goddamn you!”  Which I sort of liked, because it was pretty honest compared that phony, “oh, no problem” response.  Then she just tagged some random 12 year old kid who was in line with his mom and tossed him some paper towels and asked him to go clean up the mess.  The kid gave me a kind of eye-rolling dirty look, but went and cleaned it up. 

So I was thinking about that when this big 2 gallon jug of clove oil dropped.  Fortunately it didn’t break, but the woman who was ringing stuff up said, wow, what was that about?  I told her, in the briefest way possible that I was afraid it would be a tiny little Bhopal-ish thing right there in the store, and she, strangely enough, said, “oh, you didn’t yelp because you were afraid we’d laugh at you?”

That doesn’t seem right, does it?

At any rate, I brought it home, and sprayed a little test area on Saturday, and nothing seems to be happening, except for it smells kind of like Christmas.  I re-sprayed today, thinking maybe I didn’t douse it enough, but seriously, if I have to go through all that, pay money, and spray twice, I’d rather just pull it, especially since it’s become one of my top three obsessions.  I dunno.