Last night, the real reason I was drawn out to look at the Moon was because my Michael had came in, noting that there were slugs all over one of the mystery squashes. Yes, slugs made those holes on Larry the Squash. Since slugs are so good at detecting when strawberries are sweet, I wonder if that means the squash is ripe. In any case, that made it time to bring the squash in, if only to protect them from the slugs. You’re safe for now, squashes, at least until I come back from NERAX North.
Writing Every Day 