That is an intentional comma and exclamation mark, so you do not think I’m warning you, gentle reader, to watch out you don’t catch your nice knitted pullover on the thornier bits of antelope bitterbrush.
No! I am warning the antelope bitterbrush that attempts to spread its scrubby, noxious weediness all about the understory and meadows of White Eagle Memorial Preserve to beware my by-pass loppers! To fear Charlie’s chainsaw! And ultimately, to dread the bonfire ring of All Souls Day…
(Who knew chainsawing could be so satisfying?)
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