I'm afraid those won't last the winter regardless. Perhaps we could replant them...

[He chuckles, plucking a leaf. There's a little purple blob on the end of it, and the leaf itself is already drooping and yellowing. As he lifts it, the blob perks up a pseudopod and begins oozing eagerly towards Hakkai's fingertips. He waits until it's almost reached him, and then turns the leaf in his hand, putting it at the furthest point from him again.]

Or perhaps we could find some other way to discourage the pests.