Along with all the talk about bolting, I often hear other gardeners talking about slugs.
“They ate my <insert favorite vegetable here>!” they say on their blogs. They debate the merits of pouring salt on the slugs, laying out slug pellets, and even letting them drown in beer.
That, my friends, has always seemed to me like a good way to waste beer.
For a long time, I thought I had no slugs in my garden. After all, I’ve seen them before in other contexts, trailing slick slime behind them, so I would know one when I saw it. Back when I was a lifeguard, we learned never to leave our shoes out by the pool as night fell on those evenings when the sun went down before 9 p.m. Invariably, the slugs would crawl in them and start to bed down for the night.
Imagine the shock of the patron who, upon finishing her laps, slid her foot into her shoe, unaware of the natural behavior of the poolside slugs. I thought we were going to have to put our poorly-learned CPR to use right then and there. Seriously.
The other morning, however, as I watered the yellow pear tomato plants, I saw this strange, stubby gastropod down on the ground. At least, I think it’s a slug. It didn’t have antennae, and it looked a little short to be the average sluggus maximus. But it was definitely sliding along the dirt, until I took the hose to it.
Behold, slug. Behold the power of a carefully focused stream of water.
It has not been back.