Of all the infinite variety of flora on the face of the earth, few get more universal attention than the ubiquitous dandelion. The hallmark of a successful suburbanite is a lawn with every blade of grass a uniform shade of deep green, each blade cut to exactly the same height. And then one day in the midst of that sea of green, a bright yellow spot appears – vivid and unmistakable amongst the carpet of green – and with a cry of anguish, the formerly contented home owner rushes to the spot by way of the garage shelf and rids his environs of the hated blotch of yellow, administering a lethal dose of weedkiller or severing its deep tap root with a long sharp instrument and relegating the intrusive herb to the trash can en route to its final resting place in the city dump.
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