I bagged up endless laurel leaves after chopping the hedge and shoved them in the car to ready take them to the decheterrie. I ran out of bags and got wise to the fact I could just stuff the leaves under the hedge but that was a bit late…next year. As a child I used to collect beetles and killed them in cyanide gas produced by crushed laurel leaves in a jam jar. The car is saturated with the sweet smell of almonds and I shall likely croak on the way to dump the leaves tomorrow. My hedge cutting disturbed a queen Asian hornet which I tried and failed to slice in two. They kill honey bees as well as getting very cross indeed if they reckon you threaten their nests.
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