Mama Rosa smuggled them into an old cat bed in the smallest greenhouse. A good thing, too, since they’d likely been living in a pile of torn-up concrete slabs near a drainage ditch, and we got over two inches of rain last night. Now to start finding homes for them.
Suppose we could get a book of green stamps for each one? Or at least a wooden nickel. 🙂
Abishag, Ira and Kezia 