Oh, oops. I forgot to mention I have (or had, it now being November and the many moonflower bushes that thrived unabashedly and flowered in my yard in proud, profound profusion from May through October, but have now, being past their prime, been stomped down, pulled up, and their brittle, woody carcasses and spiny seed casings have been carefully carted off by me) that would've love, love, LOVEed to stab you too! But they're now gone. The Moonflower species native to this area aren't alternately called 'Thorn Apples' without good reason....

Some struggles are thought of as being 'Biblical'. Others are called 'Medieval'. Out here, there's townies that say stuff's 'Getting Western'. When I encounter such struggles --the stings and stabs and punctures-- in my yard, I typically just say 'ouch!'
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