Don't know whether to laugh or swear. At present I'm doing both. Weather in southern Australia is extremely bleak at present, temps hovering around zeroC, bucketing sleety rain or rainy sleet with the occasional bit of hail. So I decided that it was probably unwise to work outdoors all day, but didn't want to spend the day indoors when there were flying stormclouds and beautiful light and flocks of wild birds going over..... Anyway, I decided to work out on the back verandah, where I could still see the sky but had a bit of protection from the wind. Weeded and tidied the plants there, distangled the piles of string and twine, pruned back some of the grapevine, sorted out empty boxes, straightened the chairs, discovered lost tools, that sort of thing.
Then I found my gumboots, which had been knocked down from the boot tree, probably by cats, possums or the owl that hunts along the verandah at night. These are a new, quality pair of gumboots which I bought this Autumn just past, having realised we were in for a bad Winter, and my old ones having started to leak. Went to pick them up, and gave them a shake, this being Australia where venomous wildlife is quite likely to take up residence in neglected boots. Recognised what started to fall out and hastily tipped the boot flat again so as not to dislodge them further.
My gumboots - both of them - have been colonised by bullants in the couple of weeks since I last wore them. I can't tip them out,because in this weather the bullants and their larvae will die. So I moved them, very cautiously, on a shovel, and have put them under the porch ramp where they will be warm but visiting kids won't find them and get bitten. Looks my gumboots are out of commission for the winter. As I said, don't know whether to laugh or swear.