Life is like a box of slugs
Given my lax approach to gardening, I shouldn’t be too surprised by the fact that my harvest is less than bountiful. I can’t be bothered with pest control (despite Andie’s kind suggestions…) and figure watering is nature’s job. Still, this has been a quite sucky year for my little plot. Some specifics:
Radishes: eaten by horrible white grubs. (Seriously? I thought only humans ate radishes!)
Peppers: eaten by slugs.
Peas: largely eaten by slugs, though some are still standing.
Arugula and spinach: bolted before they really had a chance to grow.
Beets: unlikely to mature at this point. ‘Cause, hello, it’s June, and they are still just a bunch of slug-eaten leaves.
Beans: eaten by slugs.
So clearly I’m a failure at producing life. And doubtless when I finally have that baby–after all my failed IVF cycles and miscarriages and my switch to donor sperm when my husband leaves me–it too will be eaten by slugs.