the hour was late, and i almost didn’t go outside to check on my young avo, but i’m glad i did.
in the tender avo branches a slug was oozing and sleazing around, assuredly up to no good.
i extracted then dispatched the miscreant, and i expect others of its kind will attempt to visit. in all my readings about avo care and problems, there was no mention of slugs. now i know. the war has begun.