After a spectacularly dry spring, normal weather service has resumed which means only one thing: slugs, and the re-opening of my ever popular slug pubs.
Somewhat too popular, perhaps. Nobody likes a pub where you can barely cram yourself in, especially if the other clientele have already drunk themselves into oblivion.
Still it didn’t seem to be putting the slugs off. I have to admit I watched with a mixture of guilty fascination and unholy glee as a total of four slugs approached the edge of just one of the traps and proceeded to slowly immerse themselves. I just have to tell myself they die happy.
I couldn’t count the number of slugs I empted out of the traps – I did think about taking a photo of the colander-full that resulted but it was too revolting even for me (again). Certainly a satisfyingly large amount, albeit not enough to save some of the lettuce seedlings which have already gone missing. There won’t be a slug shortage around here any time soon.