Cassandra Barney

Sunday, my littlest kitten and I went out to the garden to harvest crops. We picked our third, cutest little tomato. We also picked all of our peas...which was ONE PEA POD. So then we ate our tomato and we opened up our ONE pea pod and...

there weren't actually any peas in it! Sheesh. I'm so glad that my last name isn't Ingalls because if I were Caroline or Charles, my family would starve. I'd have to own the store and be Nellie's mom and that wouldn't be fun because Nellie is so insecure and mean.
One time I was asked to go on a pioneer trek and all I could think of was how I was going to sneak Diet Coke in my wagon. I was looking into buying a water bra that I could fill with Diet Coke. We moved to Canada just in time and I didn't have to go. Good thing because that bra thing might have been awkward.

So tonight, with a renewed interest in saving at least some of the crops, I put on my head lamp and went hunting. The earwigs are obviously eating well because the twelve I smashed were disturbingly large. There are also some little flies and tiny grasshoppers feasting. I set out a hollow bamboo pole, a suggestion from my friend Carla who heard that the earwigs might crawl into it during the day and then...BAM, they'll be trapped. There is beer in my garden and marble powder around the plants. I'm close to giving up on the ORGANIC part and get some poison. Seriously...