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Tom
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I have a plant in my front room. Quite a big plant. Plants need light and water, so while the weather was nice, I left it outside for a few days. It's one of those big rubbery plants that likes that kind of thing.
Eventually, I brought it back inside, cleaned it etc, and let it be. A few days later, I noticed something.....odd. It took me a while to work out what exactly, but I finally figured out that beforehand, the leaves didn't have whacking great big bite marks on them. Something was afoot.
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For the last 2 weeks, I have been playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the.......something.......that has been taking liberties with my slow-witted green friend. I would wake up in the middle of the night, dash downstairs, switch the light on, and every time miss the devious little swine. Sometimes I swear I would just see the faintest bit of movement on a leaf, from which the bugger had just leapt to safety. One time, I swear I heard it chuckling, as it plotted more dastardly chompiness.
Anyway, tonight I caught it napping. I walked into the front room, to spray the plant with water, AND THERE SHE BLEW.
A SLUG. A SLUG, ON MY BASTARD PLANT!
My imagination isn't powerful enough to describe the rage I felt, that a sodding SLUG had been in my house! Anyway, I cut the leaf (slug and all) off the plant, and plotted my revenge.
You should have seen it cringe as I walked it to the front door! It shrank by about half it's length! My neighbours must wonder what I'm like, and why I shouted 'OMFG PWNED' as I threw a strangely weighted leaf across the street.
Anyway, my plant is now recovering, and the world is once again safe. All in all, another successful day for me.
Eventually, I brought it back inside, cleaned it etc, and let it be. A few days later, I noticed something.....odd. It took me a while to work out what exactly, but I finally figured out that beforehand, the leaves didn't have whacking great big bite marks on them. Something was afoot.
<snip>
For the last 2 weeks, I have been playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the.......something.......that has been taking liberties with my slow-witted green friend. I would wake up in the middle of the night, dash downstairs, switch the light on, and every time miss the devious little swine. Sometimes I swear I would just see the faintest bit of movement on a leaf, from which the bugger had just leapt to safety. One time, I swear I heard it chuckling, as it plotted more dastardly chompiness.
Anyway, tonight I caught it napping. I walked into the front room, to spray the plant with water, AND THERE SHE BLEW.
A SLUG. A SLUG, ON MY BASTARD PLANT!
My imagination isn't powerful enough to describe the rage I felt, that a sodding SLUG had been in my house! Anyway, I cut the leaf (slug and all) off the plant, and plotted my revenge.
You should have seen it cringe as I walked it to the front door! It shrank by about half it's length! My neighbours must wonder what I'm like, and why I shouted 'OMFG PWNED' as I threw a strangely weighted leaf across the street.
Anyway, my plant is now recovering, and the world is once again safe. All in all, another successful day for me.