You know you're a hostaholic when:
- You don't even need your mower for the paths because the weed whacker works just fine.
- You bristle when your neighbor asks how many types of hostas you have, then replies "I have that many too!" when you know she only has lancifolia, Ventricosa and undulata.
- You make most of your catalog plant purchases for the following year eight months before the plants will be shipped to your house.
- You refer to pips, scapes and eyes with love in your voice.
- You wage war on slugs and hunt them ferociously at night with a flashlight and sprayer bottle.
- Your "I Dig Hostas" shirt is embarassingly well worn but you still wear it proudly.
