Once, long ago, we found dandelion seed at a local store. We bought a packet and gave it to our neighbor, Ron, who loved dandelion salad.

Ron didn't make salad. He went out one night and carefully sowed the seeds on the lawn of his neighbor on the other side, the lawn freak. The next spring, bright yellow flowers spelled out "F**k you".

This is not to suggest anything, merely an anecdote from my past.