grass guy, it is invasive because it just keeps multiplying!! I took your advice. Here it is: http://s430.photobucket.com/albums/qq26/DesertDance/?action=view&current=EvilGrass2.jpg http://s430.photobucket.com/albums/qq26/DesertDance/?action=view&current=EvilGrass3.jpg It is taking up space that I would like to use for a plant that gives back! Like a rose, a citrus. So How do I get it out? I'm a lady with arthritis. Is there something I can Kill it with? Or, do you grass lovers want to come over and dig? Thanks!

Can only relate my one brief experience in getting an armadillo to go away for good ! A few days after I bought this mobile home on a 1/4 ac lot I realized I had an unwelcome visitor. Across the back of my lot there is a wide wire fence that separates our park, from an RV park behind us that has tiny lots. Early every morning, ( while still dark ), this large aggressive armadillo would scratch his way under the fence at a small gulley he had dug in the grassy soil. I was shocked at first, ( city boy, 1st one I had ever seen ), and ran at him, he'd turn & scurry back under the fence at the spot he dug out, and disappear into the RV park. I would see the rutted holes he dug in my garden after he left. In the beginning I wasn't persistent, but soon I was up at the crack of dawn every morning and ran back out there scaring him off. I even closed up his entryway by placing a large brick over the hole. He just dug another entryway. I believe it was my consistent harassment however, every single morning, for three ( 3 ) consecutive weeks, that caused him to burrow in someone else's yard. Never saw him again ! About a year later I found a large armadillo lying dead on my front lawn early one morning,...no way near where the original activity was. Not sure if he was the same critter. Buried him in raised bed garden out back. Have never seen another armadillo here, ( it's been 5 yrs ),..so my theory is that constant harassment over a period of 3, 4 weeks will discourage the rodent and make him do his rutting elsewhere,..just MHO.

Spring is here, it's finally quit snowing, and time to dig in the dirt! I arm myself with bucket, shovel, clippers, and a handy little three prong digger. Off I go in to the great outdoors! Flower beds! Yes! I need flower beds! Hmmm...previous home owner must have moved some things around, I spy some things coming up in odd spots. No problem, I have digging implements! Dig, dig, shift, shift, mulch, mulch. Ahhhh....the daffodils look much better in a flower bed instead of a foot out into the yard. A nice brick border would look great along that bed as well. Dig, dig. Tug, tug. Scratch, scratch with my three prong digger. Dig some more. Grrrr...what IS this stuff???? Back inside to the handy dandy internet. OMG! O..M..G!!! I have BERMUDA GRASS!!! Horrors!!! Two backbreaking days later, I have the brick border down, and have moved on to the rather pathetic little flower bed out by the corner at the street. Oh Dear Lord, what kind of people lived here before I did? Not only is there bermuda grass growing in that one, it's LOVING the black plastic trash bags they saw fit to put down, and then put several inches of dirt on top. The roots of the bermuda grass have formed a nearly impenetrable mat under the plastic. And because it's plastic, it's doing what they say plastic won't do, breaking down. Bits are sticking up above the dirt. There's holes in it that the grass has grown thru. A nearby tree has woven it's roots in the plastic. Another day of digging with that three prong digger. Scratch the dirt loose, dig out the roots, scratch some more. Easily have dug 20 gallons of bermuda grass out of a flower bed that's about 2' x 3' and I'm not done yet. God bless whoever made that little three prong digger. When I'm buried, I want it with me. Just in case I have to dig thru some bermuda grass.

I've been trying to pare down my "stuff" - and not just my sewing stuff, for the past 2 years - ever since I retired, I've been looking at everything with a more critical eye - maybe just have more time now to get serious about what I want to keep or need - that first summer I donated 17 boxes of just all kinds of things you accumulate over the years, plus my huge 7-ft artificial Christmas tree (some places didn't want it!) an old computor desk, a chair that was my mothers (my brother unloaded it on me, he was one step ahead of me in decluttering, and amazing how you think you should own stuff that you maybe don't even want or need, because of its sentimental value!) the list goes on and on - I don't want my kids to someday have to dig through our house trying to decide about everything we own, and I know one daughter will want to keep everything "because it was Mom and Dad's" (see sentence about "sentimental value") so I'm doing it for them ahead of time. I had a nice little chrome and vinyl chair, box of nice books, 3-4 boxes of this and that out on the porch Thursday for Salvation Army to come pick up - they sorted through it all, and only took about half!!! - left the chair and the books - ??? My neighbor took the chair for her front porch, and the rest of the stuff I'm dispersing here and there in town to charities - it's NOT coming back into my house. I'm much more picky about what I buy now, and accept as freebies - don't need all that I thought I needed or wanted in order to be happy. As my daughter says - "There's a difference between needs and wants". Boy, didn't mean to ramble on about this! (And I do have a box of fabric pieces to donate to a church charity - of course that was one of the boxes S.A. didn't want).