Ever since we got a sprayer much like this one, my personality has changed. Instead of a reasonably sweet old lady, I have become a maniac. Armed with my sprayer and KillsAll weed killer, all I need is a day without rain and my killer instincts kick in.
I’ve mixed a total of 4 gallons of the stuff this morning (and this afternoon) and have sprayed the weed trees in the back where our good person-of-all-things, Foy Brown, was unable to get with his tractor and brush hog, and then around the outer perimeter of my raised bed square foot garden and under the planter boxes in there, plus under the shop propane tank. If we get another good day tomorrow, I’ll mix more and see what damage I can do.
I’m really happy with the KillsAll spray. (Thank you, Cathy) I can TELL where the spray has been effective the last time I sprayed. I can TELL I’m making progress and not wasting my time. Hooray!
I plan to keep at this until all is under reasonable control. I am the “Maniacal Weed Killer.” Hear me roar!
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