Look at this poor, once proud dahlia.
Slugs. They ate the entire thing the four days we were gone “up north.” We came home from a wedding on Saturday afternoon and I caught them there in the rain munching away as if they owned the place. I tried picking them off, but there were so many and I was in a rather fancy dress and heels.
They haunted me in my dreams Saturday night crawling and oozing everywhere. Death to them, I say. According to my Internet research beer is the silent killer of slugs. I was going to say “unfortunately” I used the last can on some Tastefully Simple Bountiful Beer Bread, but it really is good stuff, so we weren’t unfortunate to have eaten it . . . anyway I found a yeast recipe for slug killer and I am experimenting with that, a kosher salt barrier, and some upside down pots which will apparently lure the slugs with their shady darkness. I will then relocate the slugs . . . perhaps to a bleach bath.
Oh, I’m really a pacifist at heart. This is all making me rather sick, but you just can’t reason with a slug.