Gross

The people at my apartment complex are intent upon getting rid of the swamp/bog/stream thing behind our house. It really shouldn't be that hard. I mean, the stream of water is never so big that one couldn't just hop across it, and the apartment has big yellow bulldozers and backhoes along with a seemingly endless supply of both fill dirt and time. And yet, as I've watched this little drama unfold over the course of the last 5 months, they can't really seem to do anything to stem the tide. They'll fill it, smooth it out, and after the next rain, the water will come back. Every time they tear up a little more of it. There is, of course, no real need for this. The bog thing doesn't actually bother anyone or do any harm, but it is sort of an eyesore. So I'm waiting for the point in this particular arms race when they decide to construct their own damn. That's what I'm waiting for.