I wrote Foliage Fascists a few years ago but didn’t begin sketching it out until recently. I planned to draw and release it later, but this is the time of year when people get salmon-colored notices taped to their doors, so it seemed like the opportune moment. The origins of this strip are based on one of these notices being affixed to our door and the conflicting thoughts I experienced. Most people experience this contradiction where part of their mind wants to reason through things, and the other part wants to set the lawn on fire.
The rational solution to this was xeriscaping. I’m used to living where there is no code enforcement, and wild plantlife grows everywhere as it should. It was foreign to me moving into a city where most have neatly manicured lawns so saturated in toxic chemicals that they glow at night. Lawns are gross, the chemicals that keep them alive cause cancer, they consume veritable fucktons of water, and they don’t look at all like nature to me. It’s absurd that lawns became fashionable in America because rich assholes from Scotland and Europe wanted the land they bought here to resemble their home country. Thankfully, people have wisened up and no longer follow trends set by rich, vapid shitbirds.