Man was up to his usual gardening shenanigans. That is, he started around 9:30pm and is just about finished now.
I can't complain, as our latest endeavor includes some more edible (read: useful) plants including basil, mint and garlic.
Speaking of the garlic. Did you know there is a secret back hallway where they have a sort of "clearance" shelf in a grocery store? Now, normally clearance vegetation is probably a bad idea. But for us, it was perfect. Just an hour before we were a bit discouraged from our great hopes of growing our own garlic because we were reading that most garlic sold in stores is treated so it won't sprout. So much for planting a clove or two, then.
Thankfully this little back alley provided the hope we needed for our garden addition: a Manager's Special. This small cling-wrapped clear container held 6 bulbs of garlic for the whopping price of 99¢. Each containing numerous sprouts just begging for a little soil, sunlight, and love.
Anyway, the real reason I tell this story is because the man had the idea to bring the dirt and a planter into the kitchen to avoid the bloodsucking bugs. Ironically, he brought in a few spiders. If there's one thing Man cannot handle, it's spiders. I mean he hates mosquitoes, but he has no problem killing them. Spiders? They're only tolerated because they eat the bugs that eat him.
First there was the jumping spider. And then there was the spider with the egg sack. I'm not sure what became of the jumping spider, because Man saw the one with the egg sack within moments of the other. Even I was a little hesitant about a spider with a bag of baby spiders attached to her. (Him?) Anyway, someone has to eat the baby mosquitoes, so I grabbed a plastic water bottle and we coerced her (him?) into it so we could free her (him?) outside.
I would have taken a picture of our little rescue party, but I don't think Man would have allowed me to leave the twitching egg sack on our counter--container or no container. However, I do have this picture of a lovely praying mantis we found the other week to make up for it.
I can't complain, as our latest endeavor includes some more edible (read: useful) plants including basil, mint and garlic.
Speaking of the garlic. Did you know there is a secret back hallway where they have a sort of "clearance" shelf in a grocery store? Now, normally clearance vegetation is probably a bad idea. But for us, it was perfect. Just an hour before we were a bit discouraged from our great hopes of growing our own garlic because we were reading that most garlic sold in stores is treated so it won't sprout. So much for planting a clove or two, then.
Thankfully this little back alley provided the hope we needed for our garden addition: a Manager's Special. This small cling-wrapped clear container held 6 bulbs of garlic for the whopping price of 99¢. Each containing numerous sprouts just begging for a little soil, sunlight, and love.
Anyway, the real reason I tell this story is because the man had the idea to bring the dirt and a planter into the kitchen to avoid the bloodsucking bugs. Ironically, he brought in a few spiders. If there's one thing Man cannot handle, it's spiders. I mean he hates mosquitoes, but he has no problem killing them. Spiders? They're only tolerated because they eat the bugs that eat him.
First there was the jumping spider. And then there was the spider with the egg sack. I'm not sure what became of the jumping spider, because Man saw the one with the egg sack within moments of the other. Even I was a little hesitant about a spider with a bag of baby spiders attached to her. (Him?) Anyway, someone has to eat the baby mosquitoes, so I grabbed a plastic water bottle and we coerced her (him?) into it so we could free her (him?) outside.
I would have taken a picture of our little rescue party, but I don't think Man would have allowed me to leave the twitching egg sack on our counter--container or no container. However, I do have this picture of a lovely praying mantis we found the other week to make up for it.
Spiders and old produce were all worth it in the end. For, it is quite possible that we--and of course, by 'we', I mean 'I'--consume more garlic than rice. Okay, maybe not that much. But close. Copious amounts of dollars are being reallocated in our budget as we speak.
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