On Saturday, Brent, Toddler D and I were in Fleet Farm* buying dog food when I spotted some Slug-B-Gone. (That wasn’t the real name, but I can’t remember what was.) I liberally sprinkled it around my annuals. That night, I sort of wanted to go out and see what was happening to them, but that seemed a little sick. Like taking delight in going out and salting them to death wasn’t. I am sure there were more environmentally friendly ways of ending this war. I feel a little like I dropped a nuclear bomb on them. It seems a little unfair. They didn’t have a chance.