Slugs. They're not well liked. I have to say I'm quite indifferent to them. They wouldn't get onto my 'Creatures I'd Take On The Ark' list. That said, conversely, I wouldn't sign the petition for their instant destruction and removal from the planet either. As I said - indifferent.
I try not to kill any creature. Even if a wasp crawls into my bottle of Grolsch when I'm not looking and stings me on the tongue I wouldn't kill the thing for it. Obviously I'd spit him out but I wouldn't then wreak revenge by capturing him in a tea cup and calling Rentokill in to slowly torture him to death (In any case Rentokill charge 3 times as much for the torturing insects option).
Thing is I've got fed up over the years of the slugs ransacking my allotment veg. I've said before that I don't mind if I don't get great crops. I do it all for the craic. This year however I want to save a bit of cash to go to Scrabble Evening Classes so I need my veg to survive.
I've decided I am going to kill them nicely! They will die merry. I'm giving the beer trap method a go. This means asking for the beer dregs from Barry's pub, getting it blessed at The Church of John Craven before pouring it all into little containers around my plants, with perhaps a few dry roasted peanuts scattered round too.
I thought I should maybe install a jukebox up there too and even put on a quiz for the slugs of a Wednesday night but, to be honest, I didn't stop working Fridays just to spend time devising in-pub entertainment for slugs.
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