The Wrath of Grapes

Stormed out the back door this morning – peach tree gave me a look. Pointed my screwdriver at it and yelled “Barga!!!!” Continued on toward the garage but the grape vine along the wall showed me some sass, so I shouted “Nanrah!!!”. That set it back a bit, so I dropped off my screwdriver on the band saw where it lives, and nobody, but nobody bothered me all the way back to the house, I can tell you…