Between the sidewalk and street are strips of land where L.A. County planted Brazilian pepper trees, for shade. People like to park under them, but they do shed. For homeowners, they can be nasty because they’re aggressive and send out peppery chemicals and shoots out of the roots, to outcompete whatever is growing within 20-40′.


These sprouts are always popping up all over my yard, even close to my house, and I need to hack into the root with a shovel: you can’t just yank them.

I tried to landscape and grow lawn here even though it’s not ‘my land,’ but any watering aided and abetted the aggressive growth of the tree, which can send thousands of seeds into my yard. It was a waste so I gave up; but this winter brought too many weeds, that need digging from the roots.
I don’t usually have “keeping up with the Joneses” feelings about neighbors and my house. Lately I felt sheepish because others are beautifying their ‘county strips’ (without pepper trees), but bare soil or weeds look like “neglect.” So I started digging up some of that infertile, L.A. Basin clay-with-pepper-chemicals, stuck some hardy succulents in, but then came to what looked like a knee cap in a bent-leg skeleton.

I’m not sure if you’ve been to museums or seen shows with mummies or archeological finds, but it seems like bony skeletons have bent knees, like this one in the Smithsonian.

I tried hard to dig it out, but needed my hacking earthquake tools.

The pepper juice came out.

I had to tap on the window of a car parked in front to let the lady inside know ahead that I’d be coming out of my house with an axe.