When I was a little girl, my grandpa’s garden was a magical place, full of delicious things to eat, exotic bugs to study, and if Grandpa was with me, great stories to listen to.
He taught me how to pick the striped bugs off the potato plants, put them in a jar and take them to the neighbor’s chickens. I was sure popular with those chickens. He also showed me how to put a saucer full of beer between rows of lettuce and spinach to lure the slugs, and the next day the saucer would be full of fat, drunken slugs. Guess what I did with them?