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caddymanA little rain then, and THEY come.
The detritus of previous visitations was there to see already: sad little shells scattered in the earth in the flower beds, but no snails. A plant here or there, leaves reduced to frames, but no sign of the little buggers themselves.
It's been sunny, see. Sunny and hot. They don't like that, they prefer it cool and damp. That's THEIR time, probably more so after dark...
So we eat our dinner and realise it's raining outside. Not heavily, but rain nonetheless. It's cool and quite pleasantly overcast. And THERE, there on the lettuce, SNAILS! Scarfing back succulent leaves in a gastropoidal, snailish feeding frenzy. Further down the garden is an ocean of rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. But NO. Rocket will not do: it has to be lettuce.
Well, my friends, no more. They were unceremoniously removed, releaved of their free repast and cast down the garden where they can cull the rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. Far more than they can possibly eat.
Still, they didn't get their maws on the tomatoes or the chillis.
The detritus of previous visitations was there to see already: sad little shells scattered in the earth in the flower beds, but no snails. A plant here or there, leaves reduced to frames, but no sign of the little buggers themselves.
It's been sunny, see. Sunny and hot. They don't like that, they prefer it cool and damp. That's THEIR time, probably more so after dark...
So we eat our dinner and realise it's raining outside. Not heavily, but rain nonetheless. It's cool and quite pleasantly overcast. And THERE, there on the lettuce, SNAILS! Scarfing back succulent leaves in a gastropoidal, snailish feeding frenzy. Further down the garden is an ocean of rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. But NO. Rocket will not do: it has to be lettuce.
Well, my friends, no more. They were unceremoniously removed, releaved of their free repast and cast down the garden where they can cull the rocket; far more than we can possibly eat. Far more than they can possibly eat.
Still, they didn't get their maws on the tomatoes or the chillis.