Monday, there were ‘schrooms on the lawn.
Tuesday, they had opened and grown.
Yesterday, they pretty much looked exactly the same, so why bother, I posted pictures of the moon. Much more cool.
This morning, they had started to look a little… wilted. Saggy.
However, as predicted, as surely as Friday is trash day, that means that Thursday is gardener day, and gardeners mean lawn mowers, and mushrooms have yet to develop a decent force field or space-based missile defense system against lawnmowers.
The yard is once more… green. Unsullied by invaders.
But still they lurk.
I can hear them thinking. Plotting. Planning. Patiently.
Waiting.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 