luck o' the irish spring

It's hard to know what has discouraged our ten-point stag from chomping down the garden so far—the fact that the tomatoes are not fruiting yet or the fact that I took Ricky's advice and festooned the perimeter with tin cans containing Irish Spring soap. Supposedly it smells as nasty to deer as it does to me. I read a study done by a state agriculture department showing that Dial soap worked better than any of the commercial deer repellents, but Ricky swears by Irish Spring.
Ed says it works because leprechauns whack their shins with little shilelaghs.

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