OT crawly things

DH made me promise to leave the garden to him this year. I was dubious,
but could see the sense to me not hauling loads of compost and such
around last spring. He even went so far as to chide me for weeding when
he caught me at it. Well a lot of things did not get done, and a lot of
things got done more than a bit oddly. He also did discover why I spend
half my garden budget on iron phosphate pellets, we have slugs in great
abundance. I did show him how much I spread, where, and all that with
great explanations of the hows and whys, but after he chased me away from
it he never did get around to spreading the pellets near so often as it
needed. So while he was taking great care of at least the roses and the
tomatoes, he kept running across slugs. He has more than a few times
found them on his pants cuffs, or on an arm, or clinging to the outside
of the picking bucket. He has developed quite the case of the greeblies
where the nasty little things are concerned. And who could blame him?

So last night I heard him stomping in the kitchen. I went out to see if
he had taken up clog dancing or what. He informed me that he was killing
a great huge slug. OK ew! Splatted on the kitchen floor!? Then again
how would such a beasty have come to be there? He hadn't been out
yesterday.
So I told him he had better let me have a look at it, for it occurred to
me that your average slug could not possibly have stood up to such a
vigorous attack.
It was not a slug. It was a wee little hard plastic slug-grey snake,
slightly flattened by the vicious clog dancing attack.
Usually when we get that sort of thing for Ash they are in all the
unnatural colors the Dollar Store can provide, so he probably brought it
home from school.

Fortunately DH went through floppy eared sheepish and "I meant to do
that" very rapidly, and got to laughing at the foolishness of it. I
think he is now in the process of writing "The Slug Stomping Reel" for
violin, guitar, autoharp, and flute.

NightMist


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I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?

Fortunately DH went through floppy eared sheepish and "I meant to do
that" very rapidly, and got to laughing at the foolishness of it.
I think he is now in the process of writing "The Slug Stomping Reel"
for violin, guitar, autoharp, and flute.

There is a song that almost fits that situation:

: Salting of the Slug

: When first I came to Caid my fortune there to find,
: I met some jolly countrymen, on barbecue we dined.
: The talk soon turned to sport and game as the old style we chugged.
: They said, lad, you have not lived, till you have salt the slug.

: We raised high our shakers full of Morton's finest grind,
: We crept out to the garden damp the creature there to find.
: We watched each creature swell and pop, did thrill me to the core,
: And every slug did learn that night that when it rains it pours.

: So if you're e'er in Caid, quaffing Angel brew,
: And hearty lads and lassies fair do salt a slug or two.
: Pray join the sporting company forsaking sex and drugs,
: God bless us jolly salterers and have pity on the slugs.

: AJS

: jkrissw -a-t- swcp -d-o-t- com informs me this is a SCA version
: of the lyrics, written by his madrigal group Mad Regalia in 1986;
: the original is by Riders in the Sky.

I found the words on Mudcat and assumed that the tune for it was
"Rising of the Moon", but Riders in the Sky use the tune of "Flora,
Lily of the West":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXedVshZyCI

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At least your DH was attempting to clog the crawly to death. Our children
knew early on that if there was something slithery invading that they needed
to go next door for another Daddy. Ours doesn't even spell the word s-n-a-.

ROFL! I do so sympathise -the nasty things are a plague around here
too. But there were lots fewer this year. Last fall, I overturned lots
of likely-looking slug nesting sites (under the day lily leaves
especially) and destroyed clutches of eggs. Just finished another
round of it this year.I've been clearing out a lot of low-growing
"ground cover" in the flower beds, and I put down the pellets in the
spring. Seems to be working.
Roberta in D

On Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:15:26 +0000 (UTC), NightMist
wrote:


DH made me promise to leave the garden to him this year. I was dubious,
but could see the sense to me not hauling loads of compost and such
around last spring. He even went so far as to chide me for weeding when
he caught me at it. Well a lot of things did not get done, and a lot of
things got done more than a bit oddly. He also did discover why I spend
half my garden budget on iron phosphate pellets, we have slugs in great
abundance. I did show him how much I spread, where, and all that with
great explanations of the hows and whys, but after he chased me away from
it he never did get around to spreading the pellets near so often as it
needed. So while he was taking great care of at least the roses and the
tomatoes, he kept running across slugs. He has more than a few times
found them on his pants cuffs, or on an arm, or clinging to the outside
of the picking bucket. He has developed quite the case of the greeblies
where the nasty little things are concerned. And who could blame him?

So last night I heard him stomping in the kitchen. I went out to see if
he had taken up clog dancing or what. He informed me that he was killing
a great huge slug. OK ew! Splatted on the kitchen floor!? Then again
how would such a beasty have come to be there? He hadn't been out
yesterday.
So I told him he had better let me have a look at it, for it occurred to
me that your average slug could not possibly have stood up to such a
vigorous attack.
It was not a slug. It was a wee little hard plastic slug-grey snake,
slightly flattened by the vicious clog dancing attack.
Usually when we get that sort of thing for Ash they are in all the
unnatural colors the Dollar Store can provide, so he probably brought it
home from school.

Fortunately DH went through floppy eared sheepish and "I meant to do
that" very rapidly, and got to laughing at the foolishness of it. I
think he is now in the process of writing "The Slug Stomping Reel" for
violin, guitar, autoharp, and flute.

NightMist

We've had a plague of the horrid things this year. Usually we just get
snails, but this year the slugs have decided to join them. They have
eaten all but one of my Autumn Crocus flowers - never happened before.
Next year I will be prepared!

Sally at the Seaside ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~uk
http://picasaweb.google.com/SallySeaside

On 29/09/2012 10:14, Roberta wrote:
ROFL! I do so sympathise -the nasty things are a plague around here
too. But there were lots fewer this year. Last fall, I overturned lots
of likely-looking slug nesting sites (under the day lily leaves
especially) and destroyed clutches of eggs. Just finished another
round of it this year.I've been clearing out a lot of low-growing
"ground cover" in the flower beds, and I put down the pellets in the
spring. Seems to be working.
Roberta in D

On Fri, 28 Sep 2012 17:15:26 +0000 (UTC), NightMist
wrote:


DH made me promise to leave the garden to him this year. I was dubious,
but could see the sense to me not hauling loads of compost and such
around last spring. He even went so far as to chide me for weeding when
he caught me at it. Well a lot of things did not get done, and a lot of
things got done more than a bit oddly. He also did discover why I spend
half my garden budget on iron phosphate pellets, we have slugs in great
abundance. I did show him how much I spread, where, and all that with
great explanations of the hows and whys, but after he chased me away from
it he never did get around to spreading the pellets near so often as it
needed. So while he was taking great care of at least the roses and the
tomatoes, he kept running across slugs. He has more than a few times
found them on his pants cuffs, or on an arm, or clinging to the outside
of the picking bucket. He has developed quite the case of the greeblies
where the nasty little things are concerned. And who could blame him?

So last night I heard him stomping in the kitchen. I went out to see if
he had taken up clog dancing or what. He informed me that he was killing
a great huge slug. OK ew! Splatted on the kitchen floor!? Then again
how would such a beasty have come to be there? He hadn't been out
yesterday.
So I told him he had better let me have a look at it, for it occurred to
me that your average slug could not possibly have stood up to such a
vigorous attack.
It was not a slug. It was a wee little hard plastic slug-grey snake,
slightly flattened by the vicious clog dancing attack.
Usually when we get that sort of thing for Ash they are in all the
unnatural colors the Dollar Store can provide, so he probably brought it
home from school.

Fortunately DH went through floppy eared sheepish and "I meant to do
that" very rapidly, and got to laughing at the foolishness of it. I
think he is now in the process of writing "The Slug Stomping Reel" for
violin, guitar, autoharp, and flute.

NightMist