Yet another dry, overcast morning. Not the kind of weather when one feels like sliding on one’s foot across scratchy leaves or stems.
At least if one is a snail or slug.
I went right to the instant-gratification spots for slug capture. Only two out of the six locations yielded slugs today. One of them also had a wee snail.
Then, as yesterday, I peeked at the sides of the raised garden beds that are up against the fence with the neighboring yard. Today there was just one snail clinging tenaciously to a bed. I dislodged it with my garden stake, rolled it to within my reach, and tossed it in the soapy bucket of merciful deliverance.
I thought of one more potential gastropod hiding place today, near the recessed sprinkler heads on the wee lawn. I checked all the heads and found exactly one slug.
It’s been a while since we’ve watered the lawn, I guess.
Today’s take: seven slugs and two snails.