The main reason I wanted to start a garden was to have a never-ending supply of basil. Basil is quite possibly my favourite flavor in the world. Jake would say that everything is my favourite thing in the world, so I can't possibly mean that about Basil...but I do. I love the smell of it. I love the smell it leaves on my hands for days after I cook something with it. and, I don't think I know how to cook anything that doesn't require the use of basil. In fact, if I have a son ever, he is going to be named Basil. And maybe I'll have a girl named Sage, and another named Rosemary....
But I digress...
Anyway, there is one thing standing between me and my never-ending supply of basil: the garden snail. Grrrr..... I researched it, and it seemed that there are a few simple tricks to deterring these monsters from feasting on my basil. The beer trap seems to be the way to go, except that beer is not easy to come by in these here parts. In fact, I have one precious bottle of beer in my refrigerator that I brought from colorado, and I'll be damned if I'm going to waste such a precious commodity on these little bastards, but it may have to come to that. Fortunately, I'm not the biggest fan of beer, but it's the principle of the the thing.
The rest of my garden is going well enough. Apparently, Desert soil is not the easiest to work with, but it's nothing a couple piles of composted cow poop and a six pack of "near beer" can't fix. (I hope).
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