May 3, 2011*
My new morning routine had become: Step on the door mat, look in the fern pot and pick up the paper.
“Well, well, well, no slug,” I said out loud. The critter had finally moved on. I couldn’t have been happier.
I drove to the nursery to buy flowers for the fern pot before the pest returned.
After an hour of wandering the aisles examining hundreds of flowers, I decided upon a variety of happy-faced pansies.
I grabbed a six-pack and dashed to the cashier. “Do you know if pansies are slug-proof?” I asked her.
She looked at me and shrugged. Then pointed to a yellow box of slug poison. Now, I don’t want to sound like one of those people who complains and does nothing to correct a situation, but I draw the line at killing innocent slugs. I mean our house was built on their land. They were there first. There had to be a better way.
“I don’t want to use poison in my garden,” I said and handed her my six-pack. “Would you hold these for me? I’m going home to google slug-safe plants.”
At t home, I wondered if six pansies might be too many — the ferns required space to grow and thrive. Perhaps I should buy only three plants. I kneeled by the pot to size up the dirt space.
“Oh, crap!” The tentacled-one had returned.
I retreated to my laptop and googled “plants that slugs won’t eat.”
What the Slug Says!
I got home late this morning – too much fun with the gang last night. I arrived home and was ready to go to bed when Red-top Pinky emerged from its rock and snatched my newspaper before I could read it. I darted behind the pot and waited for the evil one to crawl away.
A few minutes later a big white monster ate the pinky and rolled down the street. I dragged myself into bed and slept for what felt like days.
*Note: will post until we catch up to current date then will post daily slug pot report – it gets better. )