They drove up the
driveway in a golf cart, and they smelled vaguely of some sort of chemical.
It was their job to
notify landowners that they were spraying herbicide under the electrical lines.
She asked what plants it would kill, and they said, “Everything. That’s the point.” Then, she asked if
it was safe for animals, and they said, “Oh, yeah. We’ve been doing this for
three years and it gets all over us.” And they laughed.
She signed the “No
Spray” form, and watched them leave, one with an extra arm, and the other with
a snazzy tail.
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