Soft Threat

[rejectomorph]

The entire front lawn is covered in a thick layer of fallen mulberry blossoms. It looks like a sea of dead green caterpillars. They will have to be raked. I just know that they are still full of pollen that didn't get blown away by the wind. Raking will stir it up. I'll be covered in it. It will almost certainly kill me. I disapprove.

What am I doing up at this hour? Stupid. Should have been asleep ages ago. Feh.