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| Baby Annie and Baby Abby |
There’s a new pest eating my plants—and the sad thing is, I have only myself to blame. I introduced them into the environment myself. In my defense I will say that they were so cute and helpless and small I never considered that they would grow up and wreak havoc on my gardening efforts.
They started out just doing minor damage—a bent plant here, an up rooted plant there.
Time passes, and I forget that these particular pests are just lying-in-wait, biding their time---and sooner or later I plant the plant they find irresistible, and they absolutely. Will. Not. Stop. Until it is destroyed. Utterly.
That’s right—I tried growing my own catnip.
My cats are big fans of catnip and have developed quite an addict—er, APPRECIATION of the herb. My friend Eileen grows it for her cats and has often gifted my cats cutting or two. I thought it would make a nice change from the usual dried catnip and decided I’d grow some for them.
The first year I planted it, they rolled on the plant and killed it. This year I thought I’d grow it in a pot until it was big enough that they wouldn’t be able to destroy it. But where could I keep it that the cats wouldn’t get to it? The kitchen widow sill? No, too accessible. The top of the fridge? Good, but not enough natural light. I took it outside, looking for a bright, yet inaccessible spot...Aha! the top of the playground slide, they’ll never find it up there...
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| SUCH BAD CATZ |
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