Hello. This is The Daily Bone and I’m your stalwart doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Last night we made a horrifying discovery!
|No, it was not under the rocks.|
|No, it was not climbing the fence.|
|No, it was not in the compost pile.|
|No, it was not walking along the sidewalk for us to bark at.|
This is a monster that only comes out at night. And it’s the most horrifying, slime-dripping, voracious, persistent, and destructive fiend there is! It’s something we brave, valiant, bold, stout-hearted doggies cannot defend against. No, it’s not fleas and ticks either! Warning! Pictures of it may not be appropriate for the young or faint at heart. Please look away, and have the children leave the room for a moment. We will not be responsible for any injuries sustained if you fall out of your chair! We also advise you to have a basin available in case you retch. Are you ready? Then, here it is!
OK, let’s give you a little bit of back story. My ghostwriter has a hosta plant right next to the back door. This is a very special plant because it blooms later in summer and has the most fragrant, beautiful, big white flowers. This plant is also very old. It was grown from a bit of transplanted roots from our Oma’s garden. How long it was growing at Oma's we don’t know; but it may well be over fifty years! It is indeed the most venerable and revered plant in the garden!
For some reason slugs prefer this plant above all the other plants, even the other hostas around the yard. In the middle of August, they begin to leave their tell-tale sign: irregular holes in the leaves. You can search all day long and not find one. But at night, it’s a completely different story. Last night our intrepid ghostwriter picked as many slugs as she could find off the leaves of this plant. She then placed them onto a single leaf for a group photo. Again, we warn you. This picture might be disturbing.
Please forgive us for the poor quality of this photo. It was taken late last night by the light of the back door lamp. After the photo session the slugs were gathered up, tossed into the compost bucket and then transported to the compost pile where they can work on the side of good rather than evil. We hope we haven’t ruined your lunch.
This morning my associate Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel and I conducted a search for more of these, disgusting, heinous little pests! But we couldn't find any. Never fear, though. We have a wonderful book that has lots of great ways to get rid of these little monsters.