Pull off the road anywhere in rural Florida, find a stand of pine trees and take a walk. Look around and you'll see a familiar wall of green, an unending bramble of tangled weeds and vines.
Snake heaven. Spider hell.
Richard Deuerling sees lunch.
In a society devoted to prepackaging and drive-through cuisine, Deuerling is a heretic. You can espouse the divine pleasure of Taco Bell all you want. He'd much rather eat his yard.
—Christopher Garlington, "Father Nature," The Orlando Sentinel, June 5, 1994
