Regardez mes haricots vert! Merde! That's it, the whole crop!
Last year we had so many French beans that I gave them away. This year there were four! Four beans which were harvested from four different plants. I tried, honestly, I did. I planted two different kinds of bean seeds, some indoors and some outdoors. I fed the plants and did late night slug patrol, even administered the dreaded slug pellets... but to no avail.
So sad and withered are these pathetic beans, that I can't bring myself to try to eat them. They will be taking that long ride to the municipal composting centre along with the mutilated remains of the plants who bore them. Rest in peace, little haricots vert. The Rottweiler may have been muzzled but not for long. I'll be back!