The good thing about just wandering out to the garden to look at all the lovelies is that you don't have to get into your de-slugging attire (rubber gloves, rolled up sleeves, hair pinned back, bucket in hand).
The bad part is that you will surely become distracted - by slugs. Well, slugs and snails. Let's just call them slugs this morning, for, uh... fun.
The good part is that you will get so much exercise making not one but - yeah, that's right, five trips to the secret slug re-location drop-off point, whilst, each trip, balancing a group of two to nine little monsters....er... slugs... on whatever tiny morsel of bark chip or such you managed to find handy.
The bad part is that the gnarliest, fattest, biggest slug of them all will in fact be the least sluggish and will awaken, become curious and crawl onto your hand en route to the aforementioned point. Of course, on that particular trip, you will be carrying gastropod eradicator pods in each hand and you will thus be rendered helpless to thwart said slug's progress up your wrist.
Ah...... good morning!
2 comments:
One of the glories of living on this mountain, is that there are no slugs or snails. May I interest you in an earwig, or two?
That is beyond kind - but - no thanks, I am trying to cut down.
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