garden weasel
| not to be outdone by terry, yesterday i began my yardwork for the season. i cleaned out all of the front beds, raked about a ton of thatch from the lawn, and attacked many a burgeoning thistle with round-up. i broke my first sweat of the year and developed an impressive blister on my palm, but i didn't mind: the sun felt good after the long winter and the air smelled like hyacinths. unfortunately, now it is only a matter of time — perhaps mere days — before i accidentally touch a slug. paul helpfully suggested that i touch one on purpose to deprive them of the element of surprise. |  |
Comments
With what must be the sodium content of your mere touch, I can't believe they don't scatter the minute you head outside.
Posted by: terry | May 5, 2003 01:40 PM
i was thinking i might impale several of them on a bamboo skewer and stick it in the ground as a warning to the others.
Posted by: julie | May 5, 2003 02:04 PM
but don't you have to cut off its head or cut it in two pieces to impale it to be authentic?
Posted by: auntb | May 10, 2003 04:10 PM
i'd rather not look at the slugs long enough to determine which end is the head, though.
Posted by: julie | May 11, 2003 10:47 AM