On Tuesdays, my friend Helen arrives in time to produce lunch for my son and look after him until I get home from work. Most days I organise their lunch before I leave, although Helen’s pretty good at finishing off something half-done, or improvising from scratch.
So this morning I phoned her. “Your lunch is the big pan of chicken stew in the fridge. Do NOT taste the small pan on top of the stove. It’s ecological aphid-spray.”
Not that she’d have needed hospital or anything – that’s rather the point of an ecological insecticide. She’d just have been screaming and foaming at the mouth, since it’s mostly chilies and soap.
I’ve just squirted the aphids. Does it work? I’ll let you know tomorrow.
