Decades ago, children made invisible ink from lemon juice and drops of water. Using the finger tip as a pen, secret messages were written on scrap paper. Once the paper dried, excited kids held it to the light and words magically appeared.
So it is with a garden slug’s glitzy loops and lines. As sunlight hits the humdrum patio, criss-crossed designs sparkle. How I’d love to decipher the hidden message. A note to ET? An apology for ruining my hostas? Perhaps it’s free draw for creative offspring?
For whatever reason, I enjoy this glistening garden art and have forgiven the soft-bodied creatures for past garden damage.