Pardon the poor quality of this photo. My intention today, however, is not to produce award-winning photography; I am inclined, rather, to document the war that I have declared today. The adversary? Slugs. The weapon? A nice, frothy cold one. That's right . . . the gardening expert informed me that a mere soap solution was child's play when it comes to slugs in the garden. I had to break out the beer. It seems that slugs have a taste for it, more so than their appetite for my garden greens. So they will drink the beer I so kindly poured for them and then, I suppose, forget about all their woes . . . so long as they forget about my Sweet Basil, I will be quite content . . . may the best taste win :-)
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Me too. The beer is served up nightly in an effort to save the lettuce. Juden was supposed to make me a coupon to do something nice for me for Mother's day and his read," I'll squish the slugs for you out of the garden."
That is too funny! The neighborhood kids were all watching me, quite amused, as I "fed" the garden . . . a bunch of little boys were duly amused by the oddity of it.
You should also give Juden the boy-worthy fun of salting the slugs, too, if that is not too cruel for you all :-)
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