I hate the feeling of grass touching me. I’m reluctant to even rip it out by hand, as that would require touching it. I get at the roots with the machete and dislodge it that way so that I only need to touch it briefly in order to fling it onto the neighbour’s land. Even then, I feel like I need to scrub myself afterwards.
I hate the feeling of grass touching me. I’m reluctant to even rip it out by hand, as that would require touching it. I get at the roots with the machete and dislodge it that way so that I only need to touch it briefly in order to fling it onto the neighbour’s land. Even then, I feel like I need to scrub myself afterwards.