It was smooshed down as if nested upon by a family of bunnies and the lower and inner stems were drying. I fluffed it up a bit and, thereby, noticed some interlopers.
I'm used to getting random stragglings of grasses and weeds infiltrating from the lawn. I pulled up one of the rogue bits of grass slowly, so as not to break it off from it source. I followed it back to its lair and discovered that what I took as an innocent prairie dropseed violated by amorous bunnies was, in fact (and I used the scientific term here), a fucking rhizomatic motherfucker!
I tore into the violator, ripping its offending specialized stems from the ground where they threatened to choke out desirable plants. Then, my blood still up from that victory, I set about on a mission to patrol the rest of the planting to search for similar enemies.
Before long, I began to notice the subtle infiltration of Charlie. Creeping Charlie, that is, that insidious, invasive, obnoxious ground cover that, if given a foothold, would plunge the entire region into godless communism. There were inroads on the east, and the first tentative probes to the south. Thank God my defenses to the west were holding or I might have been over-run!
Now, still sweaty from my victory over the heathen weed, I reflect on how close I came. In a way I have to admire the crazy weeds. They know how to fight this war on a level of morality that is beyond most plants. I won't let that madness consume me, however, lest I slip totally into the weed mindset and be lost to civilization.