Mathilda 62, slugs nil.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. And then some more eeeeeeeeeew.

I tipped out my slug traps this morning, and I couldn’t believe it. Four traps produced 62 of the little sods, pickled in sweet cider. I have to say, cider works better than beer, but maybe it’s because this was extra strong cider. This is a bit expensive to do every day though. So I’ve bought some cheap instant coffee with which to lace the ground around my plants. We’ll see how it goes. Maybe I got the bulk of them last night (you’d hope.) How many slugs can there be in one garden?

Next year the beer traps go out with the seedlings.

So, how do Buddhists garden? You can’t stick a spade into the dirt without slicing up at least one living thing, and it’s essentially to use some kind of pest control, or your plants will just get eaten.

I finished reading a Terry Pratchett book, ‘Thud’. Not one of his better ones, I preferred ‘Going Postal’ (3 for 2 at Waterstones). One day I will finish that Dawkins book I started the other day. It’s a good read, but better dipped into than blasted through. If you try to read ‘The God Delusion’ all in one sitting your brain will start to cook off.

So, since there’s not been any ‘look at the new doctor!’ hype from the BBC, I’m guessing we aren’t getting a new doctor, and he’s not actually regenerating. I’m fairly fond of Tenant in the role, but I preferred Chris Ecclestone, ears and all. I hope they get an actor to stick with it for a decent length of time. My childhood was the excellently insane Tom Baker. There’s just something not quite human about him….