Doesn’t that sound like the start to a really bad joke?
Seriously, though. I’m wondering…
Every time I go into the garden I get this eerie sensation that a stranger has been there. Today the slug trap was totally empty except for one lone dead slug and a pile of ants feasting on sticky jam at the bottom. The beer was gone. The 8 or so beer-drowned slugs? Gone. Vanished. And something had borrowed down into the bed where the potato starts were planted.
At first I thought maybe the beer trap was blown over… but there would be dead slugs all around it, right? And the container wasn’t tipped over, it was upright…
When I was in there this morning it was full… and a garter snake slithered past… Do snakes drink beer and eat dead slugs? But that doesn’t explain the potatoes.
Gardening is like solving a murder mystery sometimes.
