That's something to blog about.

Ok this is how bad my “blogger-logged” brain has become. Last night when Doug and I were taking out the trash together there was a small slug on the sidewalk. When Doug’s foot was just hovering over it I said, “Be careful, don’t step on that blog.” It’s true. Of course we both laughed about it but then I thought, “Hey, slugs are something to blog about. After all, if you haven’t been to the Great Northwest, have you really experienced a slug?”

So this is my blog about slugs. The first time Doug and I saw a slug here we thought it was something the dog did. I’m not kidding, but then it moved….and we were like, “Hey, that thing’s alive!” Seriously, the slugs here are HUGE, like four inches long.








So is there anything worse than stepping on a slug….barefoot?........Yes! Squishing (or rather, popping) one in the garage door and having guts fly into your face and hair.................much worse. Doug had a similar “up close and personal” experience when he chopped one up with the weed-eater. Pretty gross.

When we first moved here, though, I was pretty much at peace with the slugs, they just didn’t bother me. Then, I bought some flowers....and then my flowers started to disappear. Of, course, slugs, being stupid little creatures, they leave trails of evidence every where they go...and so the war was on.

Someone told me beer was the solution. I was told to pour it in a saucer; the slugs would come along, try to drink the beer, fall in and die, right? Wrong. My slugs just came along, drank the beer, ate my flowers and were grateful for the party.

Doug devised his own plan to get rid of them. He had a little "chamber of death" on the front porch. He just picked up slugs, threw them into an empty coffee can, put the lid on and left them there to die. They all melded into one big slug and that was way too gross for me.

After losing one too many plants, I decided to buy some slug bait. Poison, I say, Poison. It’s disguised as tasty little morsels and slugs love it. When niece Allie was here she became the "Great Northwest Slug Hunter". She tracked them down all over the yard and hand fed them slug bait. It was great fun. Now, I do that, too. With box in hand, I go out saying, “It’s time to feed my slugs!” Heh heh heh…..