Having invoked the S.A.S.

I just had to give them some oposition.
Enter
The Red Brigade(s).

For those not old enough.

I've said once already that they're my rules to bend at will. And since I have a warped sense of humo(u)r and a photo of a pigeon tramped lawn, loosely falls into the "Plant" section.

Earwig Oh! Again.

It all started round about here.

A biologically inclined relative informs me that the red gene is recessive. Obviously some of the local crowd didn't read the instruction book.

:¬))