Arms and legs bare, the two coeds sat directly on UWM grass and smiled at each other as they chatted. I slowed my bike. Would they glare at me or thank me if I said something? I kept going. The usual Pesticide Application Keep Off the Grass signs were posted, block after nauseating block, and one stood not far from the girls.
I'd already received a nut-case look from a woman when I asked her if she knew pesticides were toxic for dogs. She told me she knew. Her dog, feet in the grass, gazed at me.