I spent the last five minutes in my garden watching the ground move. No, it wasn’t sun stroke, I wasn’t dizzy…well, originally. But after I realized it was an inch and a half maggots nomming the rotten tomatoes I “fed” the bean plants last weekend I became a bit dizzy. BLEAH.

It’s funny, I’m so tolerant of the cute things in our little established ecosystem… baby geckos (EVERYWHERE), butterflies, I can even tolerate the caterpillars and the snails that eat through my passion flower plant. (But hey, there be no room for prissy plants…if you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen!) Sometimes I forget it comes with the not so pretty too, like ground moving maggots. BLEAH (sorry, that’s me puking a little).

Which brings me to my moral dilemma… my zucchini-melons are dying. (p.s. not a new hybrid, I just forgot where I planted the zucchini and where I planted the cantaloupe, so I just call all of them zucchini-melons, no need for species confusion, unlike gender…not so much a social construct) I have things eating them, and leaving black pellets (eggs? poop?). I feel like I need to kill them. I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to kill them, but then again I want a happy-little-peaceful-social-utopia-hippie-commune garden and war is not the answer. I’m getting an existential crisis from a bug.