In which I learn: don’t mess with God

So I was out walking the three denizens of the Suburban Lair (to the degree that West Adams can be considered a suburb) when my gimlet-eye fell upon my neighbor’s fan-freaking-fabulous camellia bush. And I thought, I wonder if camellias are covered under “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s goods.” Because covet those camellias I do.

And not 2 seconds later, while I was in mid-covet, I got smacked on the head by an oversized, rather sticky pine cone which fell from a tree above.