I'm Lazy

I'm 45. That's my excuse. I'm still exhausted from all the digging and pulling and tugging and yanking out of the ground I did over the weekend.

Those bushes and flowers I was going to plant today. Didn't do it. I'm pooped.

I did dig the dirt out of a big old sink. Pix tomorrow. Under it was a HUGE toad. I needed it to find another hiding place but it was scared of me. I was scared of it! I called binooby's hubby and asked if there are posionous toads in England. He would know this -- being in Wales (d'oh) *Men know these things* He's a sweetie, he managed not to laugh out loud at me over the phone or correct my pronunciation of any words ;) His advice was probably not, but wear rubber gloves and wash hands throughly immediately after moving it.

But every time I bent down to try to get it, it hopped. Slowly. It was really FAT! I think it was just living under the old sink and eating all the fat, really FAT, slugs that wandered by. His sides were bulging! There were a bunch of slugs under the sink, too.

And this one gi-normous worm. I have never see a worm this fat. It was really FAT, almost as big as the slugs and definitely longer. I was scared of it too. Man, was it confused, I think it might never have seen light or something, like those gi-normous worms scientists discovered deep, deep in the ocean. This worm under the garden sink was like one of those. It was so dark under there that even though I had turned the sink on it's side and it was still daylight I had to use the camera's flash to get a decent picture of this gi-normous-never-seen-daylight worm. So I got a couple of neat pictures of it.

Then I moved it to my compost bin. It's gonna be really happy in there. I just know it. It's dark and there's rotted horse poo and rotting food and stuff. Worm Riviera, right?

So that's today's did list:

I removed a big bunch of dirt and roots from an old sink. . .I forgot to tell about the roots in the sink. They were crazy. Really crazy. When I got almost to the bottom of the sink I hit an obstacle. Eventually, I got an edge of it to come up so I pulled thinking it was just a bit of roots. NO, it was a huge, really HUGE, mesh of roots that wrapped all around the bottom of the inside of the sink. I literally was able to peel and the dirt with it like a sheet of contact paper. Crazy stuff in that garden. Wow. Anyway, the did list --

Fat worm into compost bin. Frightened fat toad into hopping. Made peanut butter/honey sandwiches for wild critter (the foxes, natch). Oh, yeah -- I did some academic stuff too. *Oh, yeah! I'm growing garden biceps & triceps, but I can't show them, they ache*

Pix tomorrow. I'm that exhausted. I'm old I tell ya! 45. Can't I get a zimmer yet?