As far as grass goes, this stuff is mean. You try to pull it, you can't get it all. You try to poison it, and half of it stays green. You put down all kinds of chemicals, and back it comes next year.
When all of us are gone, and our Kentucky bluegrass, our fescue, our Bahia, our buffalo and Bermuda and creeping bentgrass are toast, the crabgrass will still be here, annoying whatever mammal still lives.
I can see it becoming an evil species, like the giant carrot man from the vegetable uprising episode of Lost in Space.
Yeah, that guy. |
While retaining its evil crabgrassy ways, it will leave Earth to go pester other life forms throughout the galaxy, impossible to ignore, get rid of, or isolate. It won't take over planets or displace other sentient life; it will just move in and not leave, like the galaxy's unemployed brother-in-law.
At least that's how it looks to me today. Is there no hope? Why, yes, there might be, thanks to our friend BG Bear, who posted this:
Kill it with fire! I'm not sure if this little number is available anymore, but flaming weed killers can be bought at large hardware and yard outlets.
It's either that or we nuke the crabgrass from orbit. Easy choice, you ask me.
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Maybe you can still find the white slacks, belt, and shoes to do your yard work in.
I figured that outfit was necessary to get the job done right!
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