If you are a garden lover then you will know the destruction that slugs and snails can do to your flowers. I have been having some success against the slugs by placing dishes of beer among the plants. The slugs head straight for the dishes, fall in, and apparently drink themselves to death -- but the snails appear to be cannier sorts. There are usually a few snail-lushes, but the majority of drowning victims are generally slugs. After my week in Houston, and then another week with the flu, I hadn't been paying attention to the slimy denizens of my garden until yesterday, when I glanced out the window and realized that the entire snail population of North American was racing toward the blue pot of pansies on my porch!
"Ack!" I shrieked at my startled spouse. "We have to DO something! NOW!"
"Tea?" He replied calmly -- obviously familiar, after twenty years, with my particular brand of insanity.
"Of course I can't have tea now. Are you crazy? Look out there! There are dozens of them. There are two right on the side of the POT! I have to go out there and get those snails right now. NOW."
"OK," he said, "but I assume you'll be getting dressed first..."
Ahem. He had a point; I probably ought not go outside wearing just a nightshirt.
I spent quite a long time on snail abatement yesterday, but this morning, I made the mistake of glancing out the window again as I was on my way to the kitchen.
I was out there at the crack of dawn with a Safeway bag and a plastic spoon.