Stupid Scary Weed.

My computer desk sits directly adjacent to one of our family room windows. I like the view and I can peek out the window and make sure our house isn't actively being targeted by hooligans, debt collectors, or zombies. So it's nice. But right outside is a small weed patch that has slightly overgrown, and there's this tall bit that has stretched its way to the window. It's not ivy so it's not like it's adhered to the building. Instead, however, it waves in any little breeze and does its nature-type daily routine, which is to say nothing but exist and make chlorophyll I guess. But, this particular hunk of flora has another skill that it's quite adept at: scaring the crap out of me. When it's a bit darker, or the wind hits it just right, or the blinds are drawn in such a way, it'll shimmy and it looks just like someone or something approaching the window with sinister plans on its mind. Okay, I know that plants don't have 'minds' per se, but this thing is pretty good at thinking up camouflage with which to intimidate me into believing it's a phantom stranger or some type of escaped mental patient.

Which begs the question: why don't I just go out there and cut it. Look, I can't be breaking my laziness streak over just anything, okay? I'll get to it when it turns my hair white... er, my beard hair white.