I was happily chasing the invasive tubers when Sharon came out in her running gear. While we were chatting, I noticed a brownish leaf sitting in the top of the dill plant. I reached over and plucked it out...
Eeeeeuuuuucckkkkk!
It was, of course, a slug.
See, I was so confident about our little copper border that I couldn't even IMAGINE there being a slug inside its walls (let alone one with the audacity to sit atop the dill while it was still daylight). With horror, I began looking around the base of the plant, and, sure enough, I plucked out and smushed about 5 or 6 little slugs.
No, please, no! Not our garden! Not the dill!
Of course, I'd already eaten a spinach leaf right out of the garden (ugh, slug juice). I'd noticed sometimes half a leaf would be missing here and there, but I never thought it was our arch enemy.
So, I sprinkled the rest of the tobacco around the dill and spinach (not that I had enough left). I resumed my quest for tubers, but my spirits were low.
And Holly's leaving May 11th to go to Europe for a year.
I think that's it. I feel so isolated. Very lonely. Life is so much harder out here than it is in Indiana, and I can't see my mom and my sister whenever I want to. Now Holly's going to be out of touch for a year (she'd better get a yahoo account and write often, dammit). Why is my life like this? I don't like feeling like this. I want to feel free, happy, confident. I want to be able to figure out what I want to do and do it. Instead I feel tied down, depressed and uncertain. Money worries me to the point that I don't feel like I'm going to have anything other than this day-to-day existence, with occasional brief diversions. This ain't good, folks.