Story telling from Australia
We all need a good feed now and then. If the slugs in my back garden respect the clearly marked boundaries I’ll turn a blind eye to the occasional raid. Share and share alike, my mum used to say. But there are protocols in place, don’t they realise?
Tender young cabbage will be planted and slugs and snails will have the odd nibble, that’s normal. They’ll be sneaky about it, naturally, and they’ll wait until no one is looking. They probably hope their behaviour won’t be noticed.
However, there are clear signs to show those slugs they are taking what isn’t theirs; eggshells, beer traps, slug pellets and copper tape have all been carefully put in place to deter voracious pests and let them know there are limits to any feeding frenzy.
Those sneaky slugs won’t advertise the fact that they’ve taken what clearly wasn’t theirs. Come morning, when the seedlings are stripped and the consequences of their actions clear, those slugs are nowhere to be seen. They’ve partied at my expense then slipped away, which I have been willing to accept until now because they weren’t taking liberties.
But this garden wasn’t planted for their benefit.
The slugs in my back garden have had their slimy snouts in the trough of my raised beds for too long now. There are limits to my patience. There comes a time when decisive action is required.
Plenty of suggestions have been put forward on how to rid one’s garden of this particular pest, and I’m grateful for them all.
We shall see if any of them persuade the slugs to move on.
(And thank you to Berkshire Botanical Garden for the image)