Marie beside me in the garden reported today that she had taken 100 slugs from her plot. She executes a slug patrol and repatriation policy.

My drench ’em and drown ’em approach only result in the saddening sight of a lovely curly earthworm death by imbibing.

They’ve had the second cucumber for dinner last night and there’s no sign of the blighters.

My garden still has this forlorn we need coaxing out of this soil minute plant theme to it.