Killing phucking flea beatles, er, beetles, that not only have devastated my eggplant seedlings, but have the tiny balls to chomp on my chiles, and contemplating digging a deer trap (deer trap: large hole in the ground with a small pipe attached that leads to a fire pit; deer falls in (bell rings) and fire gets lit; deer gets smoked, and dinner is served; okay, I just thought that up – some obvious problems, philosophical, and legal, as well as practical; but I'm really getting to hate Bambi, not to mention my deer-feeding neighbor). Anyway, that's where I am: outside, listening to the deer snicker from the wood line. Bastards. Tabasco bullets? Hmm... Peace (ahem), Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...they drew first blood..."64 --- On Thu, 5/27/10, KnoxBill <knoxbill@comcast.net> wrote: > From: KnoxBill <knoxbill@comcast.net> > Subject: [CH] hello?... > To: "Chile Heads" <chile-heads@globalgarden.com> > Date: Thursday, May 27, 2010, 9:14 PM > anyone home?... >