Slug Fest

Look at my poor mangled bean leaves! What were pretty, healthy, heart-shaped leaves are now half-chewed and distorted.

Almost every day, I throw another snail or two out of the garden but still I come out each morning to find that the slugs had the gastropod version of a Roman orgy while I was sleeping, oozing in to rasp away at my bean leaves and to engage in hermaphroditic sex.

So, today, I declared war.

I went back to Annie's Annuals, this time on a day when they were open, and asked for advice about slug bait. It's called Sluggo - the name cracks me up. Anyone out there remember Nancy and Sluggo from the funnies?

Luckily, there's an organic version of Sluggo so I bought a box and scattered some around my sad little seedlings. Tonight, the snails get their comeuppance! I'll lie in bed chuckling darkly and listening for their frustrated cries as they encounter my pelleted, blue-green vengeance.