I picked about a cup of these beauties today. Like everything else, they’re early. Usually I have to wait until June for ripe strawberries, although I suppose Memorial Day weekend is about as close to June you can get and still be May.
Only berry had a small bite taken out, so I think the trays of failed homebrew I’ve been putting out as slug and snail traps are working. The weird thing is that the beer has been disappearing overnight. Some critter must be drinking it. I even have a suspect: Just last night, a possum hustled through the yard, about an hour before sunset. You have to wonder if it was a such a rush because it wanted some beer before it was all gone.