Caterpillar Attack!

Look at these little bleeders

Crawled all over our veg patch. Bleeding the cabbages dry.

Already munched their way through the Brussels and Cauli’s.

Those poor Cauli’s. They were never gonna make it really.

And to think when we saw those Cabbage White Butterflies sweetly dancing over our veggies a few weeks back – little did we know the devastation they were laying and planting everywhere … thousands of eggs hatched into thousands of these creepy crawly caterpillars with teeth like razors, slicing and sawing…. on the backs of our brassica’s…. the tenacious little f—-rs…..

I must have picked off 5 million of them, squashing their slushy green insides between my fingers – then chuck!, over the hedge you go matey!….. I was lobbing them over like an Olympic shot-putter….. and slugs and snails were being lobbed and tossed over too…. Behind that hedge must be piled high with smashed up shells and slithery green blood….

Anyway. After de-caterpillaring, de-snailing, and de-slugging (and weeding too) the veg patch looked like it had no longer lost – but found, the plot again

And space now for replanting. If Georgi wants to.

The cat shat on the…. pat (ch)

“You aren’t gonna like this” said Porge.

“There’s 3 cat shits on the beds”.

The wind blew the green mesh off and these little shits – sorry – “cats” were straight in there, bespoiling our carefully cultivated soil.

We don’t have photographic evidence. (Not that I, or you, need to know)

But what we gonna do?

There’s probably some anti cat-shit herb you can use to keep them off.

Altho probably the best method is to shoot them up their tight little arses with an air gun.

Grrrrr! (yeah, that’s me doing my dog impression)

Raising the beds

A couple of sunny days means we can get cracking on.

This is me vigorously forking.

I learned it at The Geriatric School of Digging.

Hand-on-knee technique its called.

Oh, look who we have here

Sauntering slyly by.

Ginge the Minge.

He wants to shit on t’ patch.

As soon as your back’s turned

cats cack on your raised beds. They do.

(and sure enough – he did)

Here’s the raised beds.

Raked the soil into a fine tilth. Picked out tons of pebbles and stones.

Then folding the earth up in rows.

George is gonna run a line of fishbone and blood across the tips.

She loves fishboning and blooding.