In what was maybe a rash move, we decided to transplant the whole lot of them to Toronto, and see if they could a) survive the move and b) grow in our rocky Toronto garden. We dug them out of the garden and put them in little plastic pots for the drive.
Adorable, non? The smell in the car was incredible. It was like being bathed in raw garlic for hours on end. But we all made it, more or less (the bedroom still inexplicably reeks of garlic, even though I've done my best to launder all the evidence), and Agata planted them in our newly dug-up backyard garden in the dark.
When I went out to water them this morning, everyone looked alive. Now we cross our fingers and hope that they can hack it in the big city..