The saga of the Roundup tank continues. To recap: The farmer next to us (let’s call him Cigarette Smoking Farmer) has parked his 18-wheel truck and tank of Roundup on our property for weeks. He finally moved the truck but left the tank. It has now been nearly an entire month of looking at this thing, watching weeds grow around it and under it-- a feat of extraordinary tolerance for an organic farmer.
Today: The story goes that Todd was coming back from a manure run on his tractor and “became emotional.” He decided to “remedy the situation” by hitching the tank to the tractor and dragging it across our property line onto Cigarette Smoking Farmer’s soybeans. Todd’s emotional remedy “accidentally” broke a piece of the sprayer.
The war is on.
Today: The story goes that Todd was coming back from a manure run on his tractor and “became emotional.” He decided to “remedy the situation” by hitching the tank to the tractor and dragging it across our property line onto Cigarette Smoking Farmer’s soybeans. Todd’s emotional remedy “accidentally” broke a piece of the sprayer.
The war is on.
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