Each morning I get up, get dressed, take scraps out to the chickens, and get ready to face these guys.
I spend just a few minutes knocking each and every one of them into a small bowl of water, where I watch them slowly sink to the bottom and DIE!
Even the chickens won't eat them.
Repeat the next day.
And every day after that until they are all dead.
I think it might take all summer.
Or, maybe I should be.
Don't answer that.
A double minded man (or woman!) is unstable in all her ways!
My own mom, and then later I, used to say this on a daily basis when the kids were young!
This is out by the hen house, so the weeds make a pretty backdrop, eh?