When I got this willow fencing to screen the chain-link, I knew it might take a beating from the elements. Rust, rot, breakage, yes. However, I didn't expect it to be EATEN away by my nemeses from last year. As it turns out, these slow-but-persistent critters don't just eat tender young green things, no, they're thrilled with this brown-bark smorgasbord, and when I open the door in the early morning fog, there they are, lined up high and low like notes on a staff, "nom"-ing away like slimy LOLcats. Fortunately, rising early and picking them off into oblivion is not difficult, and beats wasting good beer on them.
Hmm. Any French restaurants in the area interested in a supply of fresh-picked, willow-fed escargot???