Wednesday, March 26, 2008
It was therefore with some astonishment that I found a slug cosily curled up in a corner on my precious new panels. It was smaller than the last one, and if I correctly read its body language, its attitude was complacent, if not smug. From its colour and modus operandi, I guess it may be an offspring of its twice-flung parent. Whatever its genealogy, “humble gastropod” doesn’t seem apposite any more. “Defiant”, “determined” or “arrogant” are the terms which spring to mind.
Yesterday I chatted with a neighbour who was putting in some young plants into a bed in her front yard. I got the impression she wasn’t experienced in gardening. When I passed her house later I glanced to see how her little plot of soil looked. The plants were widely spaced and in between she had sprinkled blue pellets at a density of three per square inch. There was enough to finish off every slug and snail in the street, should they be attracted from afar by the alluring scent of slug bait. If they are as clever as I think they are, she may find that after the first couple of casualties, they will slalom gently through the bright blue hazards and reward themselves on her precious plants.
PS more about the Great Architect of the Universe (that grand Ackerschnecke-Meister) in my next.