The other
day I filled up the back of my truck, that I dug up at my late mother-in-law's
house, with monkey grass (A.K.A. border grass).
I brought it home and unloaded it in the back yard, watered it good, and
will probably plant it next week.
I told a friend what I did and she said snakes
are known to hang out in monkey grass.
I did not
notice any snakes, but I didn't know that monkey grass was known as a snake
hangout.
I handled
each clout of dirt/grass twice.
If I had
known that I would have been paranoid and watching each blade of grass, and
probably see what I was looking for.
Because of
my ignorance the event was more productive.
Ignorance is bliss.
Ignorance is bliss.
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