Maybe, I see the radar for up there Anne, hold on to your hat and just maybe it won't be your garden a sailing off.
Got home from dentist hurting, brought in a handful of groceries and told my daughter we needed biscuits and gravy with sausage for supper, she told me cool. The flies in the house were horrible, so I let the dogs out and picked up the flyswatter. I may be hurting, but I nailed every single fly I aimed at - usually I miss every single one. Let the dogs back in and went back to swatting flies. Next thing I know I cannot move because the dogs are huddled at my feet. I wondered if someone had been shooting, or there had been some loud noises, but had no clue why they were watching me with big sad scared eyes. So I fed them their peanut butter licks and then went back to swatting - until my daughter came home and they were under her feet as well. It finally dawned on me, I had the flyswatter in my hand killing flies, and they weren't sure what the flies had done to me, but they were being as good and clingy as they could get because mom had a swatter. I hung up a sticky strip and caught a fly in the first 2 minutes. My dogs are bona fide morons.