On a day when other folks were dealing with life threatening tornadoes and whilst I was surfing the web worrying about impending thunderclouds the cat wreaked havoc on my freshly translplanted seedlings. Miraculously, I saved all but one.

But I managed to get firecely worked up and screamed at the cat as if life on Earth was ending. Then I realized, hey, whatever, its gonna happen eventually. So, after upending and re-planting the nearly averted deaths of the majority of the seedlings I'd just thinned the day before, I planted a few more trays of seeds, just in case. Now, my heater is blasting in hopes to get the germinating process a little jumpstart. 

Yesterday, I discovered several slugs, fully grown in my seedlings indoors. Because, stupidly, I had left them outside in my covered garden box overnight, thinking, oh they'll be fine. Over the next few days these puke pink nodules formed everywhere on the undersides and top of the surface of the soil, like a fungus. I still don't know what that was. But the snail eggs I found in a few of the cells, clearish jellylike spheres that I should have taken a photo to identify. Blast. Critters! 

Sometimes it's the little things that really get me down and little things that can bring me back up. Time for a beer. 

This makes the second time the cat has done this and I have stupidly left him access. Last time, he set me a week behind. Wayne 1 : Cat 1. Fifteen : Fifteen.