mulberries are pure evil.
Various assholes have lived in a splendid, massive, 3 storey brick Victorian former House of Ill Repute* on the corner around the block from us. Theyâd lived there long enough that their also massive mulb is at least five feet around, and well over 30â tall. Iâve seen it get trimmed/pruned only once. The foul thing was planted in the grass easement right near the alley. It touches the ground, hanging well over both the sidewalk and street, so when berries are happening, everyoneâs gotta walk in the middle of the street or cross it. Canât park anywhere near it then, either, and drivers in the know give it a wide berth when going past.
The pigeons love it. After taking their repast there, they flap off to decorate cars, roofs, walkways⌠and plant mulbs all over the neighborhood w/their big, purple AF, fertilizing AF poops.
I have been soooo tempted for soooo long to get a buncha copper nails, walk over in the dead of night, and sneakily drive them into the accursed thing.
The house V recently came up for auction, with a ridicâly low starting bid. One hopes the new owners are an improvement over everyone whoâs lived there since we moved here in '84, and will get rid of the blasted thing. It doesnât even do much to shade the side nor back of the house at any time of day.
*It was returned to its former inglorious purpose by an exotic dancer during the 90s. Cars were parked on the side street next to it for a few hours every day & night. An expensive vehicle with official clergy stickers on was there at least 3X/a week, and we soon came to recognize several other um, regular visitorsâ cars.
She did keep a delightful (to us!) Chow named Bear, whoâd always happily visit us whenever he broke out of their yard. Bear despised everyone, human and animal alike, other than his own human, us, and our dogs. He adored both of our pretty girls, but he positively worshipped Kesha the Magnificent.
AFAIK, the V unpleasant woman who bought it from her kept the uh, business going for a number of years.