War on slugs
Following on from my blurb about how very pretty and colourful my garden now is, I stepped out yesterday to find that most of the pretty things I'd planted had been all but killed off by slugs.
Let me stress that I've never approved of any kind of cruelty to animals, even the horrid slimy variety, so I left them treats to stay off the flowers, tasty lettuce, a nice tomato and a bit of carrot. The ungrateful mucous covered little bastards ignored my offerings and finished off my flowers. I have taken this to be a spiteful declaration of war. I have armed and booby trapped my flower beds with pellets, cheap beer in traps. I need to buy copper wire, apparently the slimy little fuckers can't crawl over copper.
I was most pleased when I checked the garden this morning to find that I'd scored a major victory. Snails were drowning in the boozy cups, corpses leaking green liquid lay about, slugs were dragging themselves away wounded from encounters with my pellets. The disabled got a healthy helping of salt for surviving. All these were joyfully scooped up and dispatched to the dustbin.
I like having insects in my garden. I love the spiders, I cherish my worms, I even like watching my woodlice busying themselves about. Molluscs however must learn that their leaf chewing antics will not be tolerated. They will be wiped out, all of them!
Let me stress that I've never approved of any kind of cruelty to animals, even the horrid slimy variety, so I left them treats to stay off the flowers, tasty lettuce, a nice tomato and a bit of carrot. The ungrateful mucous covered little bastards ignored my offerings and finished off my flowers. I have taken this to be a spiteful declaration of war. I have armed and booby trapped my flower beds with pellets, cheap beer in traps. I need to buy copper wire, apparently the slimy little fuckers can't crawl over copper.
I was most pleased when I checked the garden this morning to find that I'd scored a major victory. Snails were drowning in the boozy cups, corpses leaking green liquid lay about, slugs were dragging themselves away wounded from encounters with my pellets. The disabled got a healthy helping of salt for surviving. All these were joyfully scooped up and dispatched to the dustbin.
I like having insects in my garden. I love the spiders, I cherish my worms, I even like watching my woodlice busying themselves about. Molluscs however must learn that their leaf chewing antics will not be tolerated. They will be wiped out, all of them!