We were in Kalispell, Montana, back in October, which was memorable for a number of reasons ... the espresso drive-thrus on like every other corner, the casinos at each gas station and check-cashing place at like every intersection, the gun shops next to the pawn shops in like the middle of each block, the beautiful Aspen trees along the Going-to-the-Fucking-Sun Road.
Our last day at the cattle ranch, we were out here in the fields ... and Stacey found a small plant ... a small, fuzzy, fern-like little plant. I agreed with her. I had never seen anything like it before, either. Interesting ... alien-looking, if you ask me.
Well, something very disturbing has happened. I must have had like spores or whatever on my shoes and brought these alien plants with me because they are like growing everywhere I walk the dogs. And I don't mean there's like a plant here and a plant there. I'm talking vast un-ending fields, unfettered in a new environment by the predators, weather, threats of being taken for a ride to the sun, or whatever limits their growth in Montana.
I am guilty of violating the prime directive ... guilty of unleashing an alien invasion.
Posted by Bill at January 17, 2007 10:17 PMWell then, I have a name for them: Tribbles. But I think your were supposed to spread them on the Mall in DC.
Posted by: Kyle at January 19, 2007 02:31 AMmwahahaha at you AND Kyle. :)
Posted by: Keri at January 19, 2007 01:27 PMDid you name it Audrey II?