Do you remember last summer when I struggled with committing slugocide? In the end the death of my flowers was more unnerving to me than poisoning the slugs.
I have a new problem this year. Mice. Mice in the garage. They're eating the bird seed. Making nests. They're not hurting anything.
Not true. They made their home in two car seats we were saving. They chew my gardening gloves. They (oh, ew) poop on my gardening gloves. And for whatever reason, that is the thing that is grossing me out. Tiny little mouse poops on my gardening gloves. For this, I will consider poisoning another living creature.
I have to think about this.
Darn you, Free to Be You and Me 70's childhood!!!!