Still Too Hot

Those weeds that look like little television antennae have cropped up all over the lawn. I like to imagine the insects watching the Jerry Springer Show.

"Now let me get this straight. You're a beetle, but you're in love with a cockroach?"
"That's right, Jerry. And you know what else? I'm gonna have his babies!"
(Gasp! from audience.)
"You're her mother. What do you think about this?"
"It's disgusting. She's a whore, Jerry! She's always been a whore."
(Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.)
"Oh, yeah? Well, what about you and that earthworm?"
(EWWWW!)
"I made one mistake! How many bugs have you brought home? Moths! Bees! A queen ant!
(Gasps and hoots.)
"Well, let's bring out the roach!"
(BOOOO!)

I have to get out more often. It was only 64 degrees in San Francisco today. I'd like to take Sluggo and move for the summer.