They're Back

They're back.  The tiny, four-footed slugs that steel your heart as they steal your plants.  Friday afternoon I peered out my back door into a yard spattered with forget-me-nots, primroses, columbine and hostas.  Rain poured down, making small wading pools in the gravel, rinsing off my "deer away".  If the plants Survived. One. More. Night. the yard would look perfect - NO - more than perfect for our dinner party on Saturday.
As I said, they're back.