an unripe tomato and a snail?
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About ten minutes, it seems. Grrr.
Where did they all come from? It hadn't even started raining properly yesterday, when one was making its way purposefully across our small patio. I thought they'd all shrivelled up in the heat - no such luck.
We're very proud of our resident frog, which my wife gently waters if she's doing the pot plants and it's out & about. It's been doing a great job on the slugs, but all attempts to incline it towards French cuisine have sadly failed - it might be just too much garlic (or possibly that they know 'other things' end up on the menu too).
I fear I shall be back to lobbing them high over the fence onto next door's concrete garage apron (which next door never use, thankfully). All evidence of the crash landings is gone by the morning, so somebody must like them.
Ho hum.