I have to say the Squirms have really done a number on the vicious flora in the garden. Don't even need those kevlar galoshes any more--the live flowers can't gnash their way through regular rubber at this point, their fangs having diminished to mere filaments that just get smushed up even on exposed skin.

The Squirms do have a tendency to latch onto your boots though. Or your pantlegs, or your hands. Like slugs but worse. Have to check each other all over after a day working in the gardens. @Melinda Cartwright found one up in her hair the other night. Big sliver thing just kind of throbbing on her cranium. Not sure what kinda side effects they might have if they get into your bloodstream but better not take any chances. We put 'em back in the garden if we find any hitchhikers,

I figured it was time to bring the water to the land, so I got a part-time job with the Ditch Witch and she had me carry buckets. Endless Limons marching back and forth from the little well in the Clover Forest to the Garden of Live Flowers.

“Hey Limon isn’t that your shoe stuck in the mud by the daffodils?”

That’s an excellent question and I’m glad you asked. Yes it is, and my ankle has been seen to and bandaged by school nurse Ms. Doom, who really knows her bandages, since she’s a mummy.

The Ditch Witch says yeah that’s why she said to wear the Kevlar waders when you are watering the hungry flowers.

I figure it’s time to bring in the wind.