Attack of the Giant Snails. Yep, it’s not little green aliens who are the herbacidal maniacs but more earth-bound slimey critters who are trying to devastate my garden. They wiped out a strawberry plant this time. I detroyed every nasty snail I could find. The Husband did put down snail poison but it’s obviously not very effective. Oh well, at least they’re slower varmints than rabbits.

An echo from the past:

Meanwhile, I’ve gained four pounds in three weeks, which is absurd. It’s the fault (or to the credit) of the people who so kindly help me patronize McDonalds (gift certificates and free bonuses) and whoever it is who keeps leaving bags of food outside the hacienda. Such a splendid bag awaiting on the evening of Easter Sunday! Yummy rice balls with mayonnaise and cucumber slices inside, some kind of meat on others, all wrapped neatly and tied with green ribbon.

It’s also partly Kory K’s fault since he fed me again, twice. On a pre-Easter visit, he had a bowl of a (strange) mixture of beef stew, Kalua pig and rice from Yama’s, and said I could eat it. Did. Then he not only let me attack his bottle of Jack Daniels, but also prepared more food on Easter Sunday. Yeh, yeh, it was my birthday, too, and Kory’s mama obviously taught him well to be kind to old folks.

And most kind it was. I was a terrible guest, but he’d have been disappointed if I hadn’t gotten drunk and a little loud … still, that was partly Yvette and Barbra’s fault.

The first of the Tales’ birthday posts. I wonder if this will be the last?