Battlefield - the Gulag Garden under attack

Damn, damn, DAMN!

Yesterday after work I walked along my front flower beds with the idea of gloating over the beautiful little Hosta seedlings I planted a week ago. My jaw dropped - my poor seedlings looked like Swiss Cheese - numerous holes in the leaves.

I was horrified by the holes, but holes beat out what happened to the Blue Mountain variety. Two of the three seedlings I planted were eaten by the snails, right down to the soil line. Apparently in snail-speak the word for candy is 'Blue Mountain Hosta'.

Oh yeah... and I put down the snail bait all right. Don't worry none about that!