I search the web in despair. Someone out there must have faced the same trauma. Wikipedia has nothing, Google is of no help. It seems as this phenomenon is rare and unique for my place on earth. Having bugs, getting rid of mice or rats, no problem, – but cones, they are not mentioned anywhere. Do they belong to the flora or the fauna, or are they a rare kind of aliens just dropped down from a cloud? Worst case, they are reflections of my inner self, and I am in a state of mind I cannot differ between reality and fantasy. Maybe I should leave the area for a while, just go for a world trip. Probably I would be too concerned and worried. You see, the cones are very creative when it comes to annoying other creatures, especially elderly women.
They simply love playing with them, not realizing that their hearts could burst from pure anger. Especially one have tormented to the breaking point. Mrs. Lamp Shade is a regular in the garden. I only know here from a distance, never been tempted to make her acquaintance. Probably she has not noticed me at all, being occupied with her own hidden agenda. She has my sympathy though, – poor thing. Time is on my, or should I say our, side though. Spring is here – hallelujah – and the last dirty spots of snow have to face time is running out.
The snow was the best tool for the cones. They love hiding things, as for example a rope, – cover it up with snow and wait. Mrs. Lamp shade is punctual. Every day, always at the same time I can see her colorful hat pop up from the snow dunes. Her hearing is apparently weak, and the cones´ screaming and bawling is outside her perception.
I feel sorry for her, but as I am hidden behind my kitchen curtains I do not have to hide my grin.