Sunday, June 8, 2008
"Somebody get me a beer right now...BEER!" I said. I heard that works but actually my dad had some snail killer in his garage. It's not as clever, but it will do.
I looked and looked for the little criminals and I still can't find their lair. I'm distraught. I'm picturing myself this fall, holding an empty basket, mourning the loss of my crops, practically starving.WAIT! I just thought of something. All around the peas there were feathers...lots of feathers in the dirt. It creeped me out a little but maybe a backyard Mormon miracle just happened. Maybe some birds...I want to say seagulls but I haven't seen any around, came and ate the snail/locust and saved our lives. Maybe it happened. When is the first Sunday of the month? I have a story to tell.