In our hands we carry the deadly hoe. Scissors and shears are sheathed onto our belt. Behind us in the garden cart is another arsenal of chemical weapons. Our suit of armor consists of rugged boots, heavy long pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Our pith helmet protects the old noggin.
Safety glasses protect the eyes.
Gloves prevent the enemy from sticking us with thorns. We're ready for the battle. The enemy has invaded and we now need a battle plan. If we attack early in the morning or shortly after a rain storm we can roust him out of his foxhole easier. If we knock him down with the hoe during the heat of the day, he'll lie there and die without the possibility of getting back up.