If I appear to be walking a little funny
lately it’s because it’s sticker season. It’s that time of year when all
the foxtails dry out and attempt to attach themselves permanently to my
clothing.
This time of year I find
those seedy little thorns everywhere; in my boots, my socks, in between
the sheets of my bed and all over the floor of my house. But they seem
to have a particular affinity for my undergarments, like my socks and my
underwear. Most people think I have a pained expression on my face this
time of year because of the dry weather or the seasonal dip in the
cattle market, but actually it’s because I am constantly being stuck in a
sensitive place by a stiletto-like-sticker. And these burrs are
starting to really get under my skin.
How,
you may wonder, do I get a foxtail sticker stuck in my shorts? Normally
that would be a good question, but then you haven’t met my wife. She is
a great housekeeper and washes at least three loads of clothes a day,
and mind you, there’s just the two of us. It’s this constant washing and
drying that allows her to redistribute the stickers from the cuffs of
her pants to my shorts, my socks, my sweatshirts and the bed sheets. The
stickers are now very clean but this constant washing has done nothing
to reduce their power to stick to everything.
Thus
I have become a real fanatic about removing all the stickers prior to
the spin cycle. You might say I have become a real “sticker” for not
allowing the darn things in the house. I view fox tails just as I do
cats and dogs, they should never be allowed inside.
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