This is a Shrroom Story. True, or I die.
God will strike me down dead if this isn’t a true story—or if He doesn’t think it's funny!
Jenny and I live in a house with a large backyard overlooking woodland.
Jenny told me because I’m not earning my keep on Medium, having been revoked and in a cell with several other demon writers around me, which is unfair, don’t you think?
So, Jenny paid my bail, but there was a caveat. Jenny taking advantage of my situation by insisting I do some gardening.
Fuck, I hate gardening.
I was free, so an hour in the garden seemed worth it. Garden pests don’t concern me, no the stray cats that have taken up residence. I figured the mice, moles, gophers, and birds would be scared away from the garden for fear of being eaten alive and thus would pose no problem. I would only have to deal with insects.
Life on the outside is wonderful.
Jenny instructed me to wet down the soil so the seeds would sprout. She’d planted radishes, and the lettuce and beans were well on their way.
Again, I rejoiced. I might become addicted to gardening.
Unfortunately, when I returned from lunch, I noticed the entire veggie garden had been mowed down! Oh…
