Garden

This summer my wife, Norska, decided she wanted to start a garden. Since we've never had a garden she didn't want to get overwhelmed and decided to start small. Her idea of starting small was to have me build a garden box. This involved a day of carpentry and a total cost of materials that would have bought enough vegetables to fill a small pickup. But, who am I to complain? After more than three decades with my lovely lady I've learned that when she-who-rules makes a decision mine is not to reason why.
Now that the tomato plants are towering and the beans are blooming we had an infestation of unwanted visitors. The box is elevated on saw horses to keep the larger fauna from dining on our produce. Insects, however, found their way into it and attacked. Since neither of us like the idea of commercial insecticides we tried various organic substitutes. Nothing seemed to work. Then one day I had the radio outside and Glen Beck's program came on. I noticed bugs crawling away from the radio. Aha! Sure enough even the insects can't tolerate that level of poison. Now I just take the radio out once a day, turn on Rush or Glen, and the insects all leave. I now have a much greater respect for the intelligence of insects.
LN