I'm touched by all the support I'm receiving for losing the tumbleweed.

I'd be rather interested to know what kind of person would hold a tumbleweed for ransom. That's quite evil. Some old virginia coot shambling down his long farm driveway sees a tumbleweed roll by, "Well lookie there. Don't see dem aroun' hare. Must be someone dearly loves that weed to have brought it all da way out hare. I tink I will exploit that love. Ma! Get me mah shotgun and pitchfork, I'ma gonna be cruel today."