The weather finally turned and I could attempt to trim some of the escaping bougainvillea without risking vaporisation from extreme sun exposure.
I was doing pretty well, teetering atop the step ladder with my long-handled secateurs, managing to avoid most of the vicious two inch thorns.
Eventually, the bougainvillea had had enough of my meddling and struck back: impaling me on both hands, parts of my clothing and my face!
I extricated myself – c a r e f u l l y – mopped up the blood and thought nothing more of it.
Till the other day, when I noticed that my jaw was a little sore. I scratched the nick and dug out the tip of a thorn that was still wedged in there. Ouch!
Madam Bougainvillea has the last laugh!