Beware the hobby that eats. ~ Benjamin Franklin
I woke up and looked out the window to find I was in the midst of an alien invasion. Smiley sounds like such a happy place, doesn’t it? But then, don’t most really scary movies take place in cheerful sounding towns?
This is what I remember. Working all night. Packing in the dark. Rows of chicken houses. Bouncing and jarring on a road so rough it could shake your filings loose. Landing in a foreign land. Going to sleep, thinking I was already dreaming.
Waking up at 6 pm to blazing heat – 104 degrees – and an alien invasion of a botanical kind.
What are these creatures that surround us, knee-high, shoulder-high, some 6 feet high?
In the second worse drought in history, these diabolical botanical predators suck all of the moisture out of the ground and thrive on the demise of the gentle grasses and flowers.
At night they talk.
They sound like a gaggle of geese, like the rattle of snakes, like the howl of coyotes, like the voices of old men.
Beware thoughts that come in the night. ~ William Least Heat-Moon