As such, the slugs and snails decided, apparently, that there was no compelling reason to be out munching on my garden.
There were, however, a good many potato bugs.
So, last night, Uncle Fishy and I were talking about potato bugs (the grayish oblate bugs that roll into balls when they feel threatened). Neither of us does anything about potato bugs in the garden because, as near as we can tell, they don’t do any appreciable damage to our plants. (Uncle Fishy’s impression was that they only eat dead plant matter — making them herbivore maggot analogs, I guess.)
Are we right about this? Is it the experience of the gardeners among the commentariat that potato bugs are benign? Of should I be thinning out their population on gastropod-impaired mornings?
Also, there was a striped cat (the one, if I’m not mistaken, who used to sit on my garlic patch). I did not catch it. But I shook my fist as I hissed, “Scat!”
Today’s take: no slugs or snails.