Garden Trauma

Okay, I like the glamorous part of gardening. You know the part where you wear fancy gloves, plant great vegetables, water, watch them grow and then harvest. Notice nowhere did I mention bugs.  Lady bugs are fine, but other than that, I’m not a bug person.

Yesterday I started loosening the soil in our garden beds to get some of lettuce and spinach planted. As I was turning over the soil in our left bed, I found a  GIANT thing that looked like a giant blue grub worm. Seriously it looked like a blue jumbo shrimp the size of my palm–in my garden! geez. Oh my, the scream that came out of my mouth startled the kids that were out with us. Adam was my hero and killed it and pitched it over the fence. The scream I let out with the second one I found waked the napping baby inside. Then Adam took over and found the last two and killed them.

So now the kids are afraid of any lumps in the garden. I think poor Muffin was the most traumatized. When I came inside she was screaming at the site of the clump of mud on the carpet and the leaf on the kitchen floor. I’m not going to live this one down.

Update: Adam found the critter. It was a Scarab Beetle Grub. UGGGHH GROSS!