We were picking tomatoes {again}yesterday. Our one tomato pest is slugs.
I suppose I could decimate the whole population in one night, but I am trying not to use harmful products in the garden. Some of the more natural methods kind of seem like a joke on patch of tomatoes of this size. Slugs do damage, but it's pretty much limited to the ground level fruit.
James and I were having a conversation about slugs. Slugs are just gross and slimy and disgusting.
I mentioned that a person doesn't ever want to be called a slug, {or sluggard}
but that their characteristics could be applied to boys and girls who are
slow and lazy and slothful in their work.
Slugs are slow and people who are sluggish and lazy don't make good workers.
The conversation went on to why volkswagon beetles are called slug-bugs....
and I had no answer for that.
{Does a mom have to know everything?}
We've had some successes, and some not so successful episodes of feeding the rabbits in the last few days.
We've gone so far as to empty everything and have him start over for practice.
Whatever your hand finds to do,
do it with all your might!
Ecclesiastes 9:10
Go to the ant, you sluggard!
Consider her ways and be wise,
Which, having no captain,
Overseer or ruler,
Consider her ways and be wise,
Which, having no captain,
Overseer or ruler,
{or watchful MOM}
Provides her supplies in the summer,
And gathers her food in the harvest.
Provides her supplies in the summer,
And gathers her food in the harvest.
{And faithfully does her work}.
How long will you slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to sleep—
How long will you slumber, O sluggard?
When will you rise from your sleep?
A little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to sleep—
{or allowing your hands to be lazy and unwilling to work}
So shall your need sneak up on you
and you will be hungry... {my simplified version!!)
So shall your need sneak up on you
and you will be hungry... {my simplified version!!)
Proverbs 6:6-11
At that last line he uttered a half chuckle indicating he got the connection!!
A slow smile spread across his face as I drew an ant on the back of his hand with the highlighter
and then he prayed a beautiful prayer for HELP to feed the bunnies right the first time and to be an ant and NOT a slug.
And he went out and did just that.
Chippers has been around for awhile. He's officially Vanessa's bunny. She got him when she was 7 years old, but when an animal has been the family over ten years it is considered a family pet.
When he was about a year old he contracted a fatal disease which made his head tilt all the way over to the side. He was a VERY sick bunny. All the "rabbit experts" warned us to put him out of his misery immediately and to quarantine our other rabbits and to watch them for signs of the disease.
You never saw a little girl pray with such earnestness for a bunny's life.
Her daddy couldn't stand it and disregarded the rabbit lady's advice
and instead took the bunny to a vet -
A vet who treats cats and dogs and never rabbits.
He wasn't very hopeful but he gave them a prescription for antibiotics
and said if he survived the first couple days then he had a chance.
Keeping him hydrated was of utmost importance.
We fed him baby food with an eye dropper for at least a week.
We fed him baby food with an eye dropper for at least a week.
Never was a bunny more prayed for.
And a caring and loving Heavenly Father answered.
Chip has a crink in his neck to this day.
He's old and he went blind in both eyes this summer.
There might be a little vision yet on the outer edges of his right eye.
He outlived any other bunny we have ever had.
He's the great-grand daddy of a number of bunnies who are no longer living.
He's a prayed for bunny.
3 comments:
God is so good. Oh to have the faith of a child. How could God not answer their prayers... even for a bunny.
Slugs love beer... :P (and they drown in it.)
I needed that verse tonight. I struggle with being lazy. Many people who know me wouldn't believe that is one of my struggles, but being motivated has been a challenge for me my entire life.
Have you considered that James may be a perfectionist? For me, laundry is my rabbit chore. I want clothes hung in the closet facing the same way separated by both color and function. I want them hanging on the hanger just so and without wrinkles. My ridiculous desire to obtain perfection commonly means my laundry goes from the dryer to the bed and never to the closet. Once they are on the bed and not hung up immediately after coming out of the dryer, my perfect bubble is burst and I have no desire to finish the task.
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