This May Be Payback

I've spent tonight gathering my glasses, the magnifing glass, a bright lamp, and the tweezers. You can't see the tiny blonde stickers on one type of cactus. Rub on some hand lotion or write with a pen then you can feel the pain. They are so elusive you must hold your finger at just the right angle under the light as trying to manipulate the magnifing glass. I think it was payback to me for disposing of some of that cactus in a small garbage can since my large one was full of small Redbud limbs. After the garbage truck had passed I found the large one empty and the small one on it's side with the cactus sitll in it. The metal can looked as if someone had hit it with a hammer. I have visions of the garbage man having to jump out of the truck to hand empty the smaller can and put his hand right onto the cactus. I'm so sorry Mr. Garbage Man. I will always dispose of cactus in the large can where the machine on the truck picks the can up and empties it into the truck. I wish I could pick those stickers out of your hand because I think I've finished with mine. I love my little cactus garden but it grows onto my neighbor's yard so I have to tend it. Am I weird or what? I always wanted to make a "Here Lies A cowboy" cactus garden with a grave, cross, cowboy boots, and hat along with the cactus. Instead I just have Digers that have grown over my head, cactus plants to my shoulders, iron wheel, iron horseshoe on a stand and an artificial wild rabbit.