The Perils of Having A Miniature Herb Garden Behind Your Couch
October 27, 2008
We have parsley, basil, rosemary, and mint (or, as I like to put it, we’re just short of a Simon and Garfunkel song) between the window and the couch in my apartment. I used to think that the worst that could happen already had: the mint, paying no heed to the little tag that says it should peak at fifteen inches tall, is now over two feet in height, double what it was two months ago when we bought it. It’s starting to border on Little Shop of Horrors-esque.
Now, quite literally overnight, they have given birth to several dozen gnat/fruit-fly-like creatures. And the problem is, we need to find a way to get rid of the damn little buggers without killing the plants or making them inedible. As much as I may enjoy talking to them, I fully intend to eat them.
It’s also confusing me a little that they appeared on the first truly cold day this fall. Not to mention that I just had to bail out the dishwasher because we (read: I) put too much soap in it. (On the bright side, that, unlike uninvited flies living in your apartment, is A Good Character Building Experience.)