So in a season of interesting happenings in a first year garden I had two first happen this weekend. The first was finding a slug on a plant and squishing it between my fingers. Why didn't anyone tell me about the perverse pleasure you get from hearing the crack and squishing sound of killing a snail between your thumb and forefinger? It was gross but it felt so good at the same time.
The other "first" was stepping on the metal end of a shovel causing it to catapult up and smack me in the face and nether region. OUCH! I think what hurt more was that I did it within view of many of my neighbors who let out a howl.