I think slugs are like the Hydra. You cut one down and ten more appear to take it's place! Most nights around 10.30 I give the ponies their last feed which is a bale of hay spread along the edge of the field. Then I grab a torch and a knife and go slug stabbing.
The big ones are easy, but the tiny white ones are a nightmare. They can decimate a plant en masse but you can't acutally grab or stab them as they're too little. Then, there seems to be a call that goes out to the top field - 'All lower field slugs are no more, move down, move down'! They all march down the pathway from the muck heap to the orchard and the potager - bastards!!! (sorry Leeanna, I had to say it!)
I then stagger, defeated, back to the house where the cats are waiting for second supper! What are they, tiny hobbits???
I'm taking a glass of wine to bed with me now.
Ever give them beer, to drown in? Some sort of a container they can get into, and can't get out of.... Never had to do it, but have heard of doing it.
ReplyDeleteI tried, thanks you Wisps, but French slugs can take their ale!!!
ReplyDeleteHow about a little dressing of sharp sand....ever seen a slug at the beach? x
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