I hate lawn, all lawn, but couch in particular. The old saw says that only cockroaches would survive a nuclear war. If this is true they would be running around on couch lawn stretching to the horizon. For the rest of this blog you'll hear no more talk of poison, everything organic. I'm sorry though, couch is different, couch deserves glyphosate. So rightly or wrongly that's what it got.
Then I dug it up and hid the bodies.
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