Like Moe Lane, I’m no fan of bamboo. Unlike Moe Lane, I’ve never gone all Cato the Elder on it, but I can definitely understand why he would. Bamboo is nasty.
When I was a teenager, I spent one long, hot, scratchy, suffocating summer day in a canebreak of bamboo, cutting down stalks to use as fishing poles for a church youth function were were going to hold the following week. During that miserable day, I learned several important lessons.
1) There is a reason that folks who live around bamboo carry machetes and not hacksaws.
2) You would think that because the bamboo leaves block out the sun, it would be cool in a canebreak. You would be wrong. Think insulation, not leafy shade tree.
3) Dried bamboo leaves get everywhere.
4) Bamboo makes for one formidable primitive weapon.
*Sorry, the geek side of me took over for a moment. Ask the nearest Roman what that means. Or Linnaeus.
Tags: Moe Lane, Random Geekery
It whispers its hatred of man in the night. I have *heard* it.
I do not doubt you for a moment.