Back in the summer I was beyond frustrated to see that my very favorite spot in our neighborhood had been marked up with spray paint. It’s really a beautiful spot. Covered in wildflowers during the summer and right next to Indian Creek.
The creek is full of frogs, snakes, and turtles. Just really a nice spot.
Someone had spray painted Trump 2016 on a tree. Look, you all know I didn’t vote for the man but I pinky promise the reason for being annoyed at the spray paint has nothing to do with him as a person. If it said Jane Austen 2016 I’d still be irritated at it.
Right after it happened someone tried to pick the bark off the T but I’m pretty sure Rump 2016 looks just as bad. I though about looking for bark colored spray paint but I was pretty sure that would be just as bad.
Enter yarn bombing. I thought if I wrapped yarn around it it would look like one of those cool artsy things you see in big cities. Ya know, like this:
Um…Sadly, that is not how my attempt turned out.
Nailed it, right? Or wrong. I thought about leaving it. I thought, well, surely that’s better than the cruddy graffiti. I actually walked home and tried to put it out of my mind.
Then I started thinking about the unintended consequences of the ill formed yarn bomb. I started imagining it unraveling and little Disney forest animals becoming entangled in it. Cute little foxes being dragged down by it. You know, like the stories you hear of stupid things humans do to fix things that actually make them worse.
The unintended consequence of the spray paint is that it irritates me and that’s not so bad. Better than sad little yarn covered animals dying on the greenway.
So, I cut it all down and now Rump 2016 once more reigns supreme.