Periodically an ominous looking chap in a CSI white boilersuit and poison filled knapsack wanders the streets in his fight against vegetation. This bold and beautiful antirrhinum stands defiant, in prime attack zone. I hope he will be merciful and give it a stay of execution. Perhaps I should cover it with a glass dome like the rose in the The Little Prince, or leave a note pleading its case. This little snapdragon should be a lesson to us all. It shows that plants want to grow inspite and despite of the intervention of man. A seed, one of perhaps thousands, landed in a miniscule amount of dust or leaf litter. It then did what it was programmed to do, germinate and grow, flower and set seed and start the process all over again. I am going to get nothing done as I lay in wait for the exterminator, catapult in hand.