turns out it’s not just

turns out it’s not just the birds

So I’m feeling a little bad about the bird rant. I went out to the garden tonight to check things out and lo if it wasn’t teeming with roly-poly bugs. There were clots of them just gnawing away at stems, roots, leaves, whatever. It was disgusting and horrifying and kind of scary, too. There were so many of them it looked like the dirt was just undulating… ugh.

Luckily, there’s this thing called the “Internet.” But it wasn’t much help.
The advice on getting rid of the things organically was to either:
a)get a duck
b)get some toads
c)put down cantaloupe halves upside down throughout the thing to attract the roly-polys away from the plants

When I told Hubby about option C, he very seriously said, “Right. My grandfather used to do that.” Seriously. My hubby knows everything.

It’s not really the C option that has me thinking, though. It’s option A, the duck. Of course I would never, EVER have an actual live bird living in or near my house on purpose, but if ducks eat the bugs that are eating my plants, then maybe other birds will, too. Unless they eat the seeds of the plants that haven’t sprouted yet. Then all is for naught. Well, excpet for the already spouted plants that are being digested by trilobite-esque creatures as we speak. They might still have a chance to be saved. But this means I have to remove the shiny objects. And probably put some cataloupe out for good measure. It’s time for a fruit-flavored bird hootenanny, I guess.

Dadgummit. This nature stuff is hard.

Sorry for boring
haiku-less pro-birdie post
won’t do it again

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