So my mom tells me today that the birds are eating my strawberries.  This is my first garden that has actually broken crust. And by broken crust, I mean my 5 rows of corn are over 6 inches tall, as are my 5 rows of potatoes...(it's a communal garden, there's no way Doug and I could get through all those potatoes!).  To get back on topic, the damn birds are eating my strawberries.  MY strawberries!  I could do the obvious thing and head outside to cover them with chicken wire.  That'll keep the smarmy bastards out.  Problem with that brilliant plan is this.  No amount of bug spray is keeping me un-bitten.  For someone who swells up to golf ball size with every bite, this is a really bad year.  Mother Nature really is a bitch.