Uh-oh. These sneaky little slugs with vermilion mouths and dizzy eyes on the ends of their feelers are creeping along, leaving slime trails behind them, on top of their own little clumps of green wool grass.
These slugs aren't thugs. They're kind and thoughtful and won't even TRY to eat your lovely seedlings and flowers and herbs and vegetable plants and fronds and leaves and stems and stalks and tendrils ~ or any other part of any living thing!
My real garden space has so many little slimy chomping guys all barreling down the meadow toward it and doing acrobatics, day and night, that—for a day or two—I put on rubber gloves and wandered around and caught them and dumped them into soapy water... But then I felt sad in the middle of the night and couldn't stand to think of doing that. So now I just put tubs of beer or yeast-water in the grass and vines outside the fence. Then, if they'd like to drink a bit and end up toppling in, it will be their choice.
Next I'm going to plant them a little lettuce-patch (outside of the garden, far away from the plants I want to keep!) and hope it will keep them entertained, to have their own salad bar & playground. The best I can do, so far, to make peace with slugs.
Happy Gardening!
