I’ve been waging a war of nutrition. That’s right, whenever I see the evidence that the enemy has been active, I drop bloodmeal bombs. Which keeps the little root-nibblers at bay and which also does a great job of fertilizing. So the plants are happy. So are the weeds, unfortunately, but a little extra weeding is definitely an allowable cost. I’m declaring a conditional victory. I’m not confident enough yet to declare it unconditional.
On a Twilight Zone sidenote, my friend, Jessi, tried the bloodmeal method to keep the rabbits and squirrels out of her flower garden. The rabbits fled; the squirrels attacked. Yesterday she actually spotted one of them savaging a sock filled with bloodmeal. I think they’re either a) rabid, or b) some biotech project gone wrong. Seriously. Ew.