I finally took out the rest of the thorn bushes on the park side of the fence ^{[1], [2]}. I wore sweat pants, gloves, steel toed shoes and long sleeve shirt but still managed to get stabbed by the thorns on the hands and ankles. While I was tying one bundle a mere slip of branch sproinged near my face and stabbed my lip. The nerve! I was wearing safety glasses fortunately. The thorn bush I cut to the stump last year didn’t seem to recover so I’m hoping I’ll be as lucky with these nasty ones. Shortly, I’ll move the forsythia in the side yard out to replace those thorny bushes. The former shrub just grows too vigourously for the small space it’s in.