III: Quackgrass
This weed is the ultimate meme.
Good morning. Today is tridi, the 23rd of Pluviôse, Year CCXXXI. We celebrate le chiendent, a grass that loves to crawl where it's not wanted.
I burned a yard to get rid of this stuff. Sometime during the early days of the pandemic, I lost track of my little backyard and it went wild with seed from a nearby meadow. At first I didn't mind because, living in Central Texas at the time, I was hoping for an invasion of the region's famous wildflowers, maybe even some bluebonnets. Then I noticed the quackgrass.
The regular weeds were a bear to pull when it was time to restore the yard to order, but the patch of quackgrass had quickly become an underground ecosystem of endless whack-a-mole. No amount of pulling and forking and tearing would solve the issue. So I made the fateful decision to scorch the earth with weed killer, wait a decent interval for the screams of the grass to die down, then cover the whole plot with several inches of fresh new soil.
Ever since then, I've had a different relationship with memes.