The Bad Egg

The plants and trees are advancing.

I already mentioned the ivy. Now, the dozen or so mature fruit trees have attacked the house through the sewer pipes. Their roots infiltrated the pipes–treating them as if they were underground tunnels leading into the enemy’s camp.

They had us under siege for a couple days. They managed to stop our water and back up a toilet. They are not above fighting with medieval tactics. Yet … we want to love the fruit trees. We want a symbiotic relationship with them–we’ll take care of them if they’ll let us eat their fruit–but we need to show them we can’t be pushed around.

We called in additional reinforcements and had the plumber snake the pipes. The trees have retreated, for now, though the plumber says they might try to test our defenses again in a year.