Slugs

Jeff and I have slugs in our backyard, slugs like I have never seen before. They are some sort of strange, exotic, Pennsylvania leopard slug.

Last summer, Jeff and I discovered some slugs "doing it" in our backyard. I hate to have to show you slug porn, but I have tried taking pictures of them since, and you just can't see them as well.

The first image was taken during the actual act of making slug babies.


So apparently, one of the slugs makes this slimy snot-like substance that attaches to the wall, and then they just hang on to that (and each other, apparently) during their "quality time."

"Thanks for the good time! I'll call ya later!"

"But wait! Don't you want to cuddle?"

Anyway, about the slugs. I hear tell that they aren't great for your yard, especially if you have a garden. To be clear, I do not have a garden. Right now, my backyard consists of dirt covered with newspaper and mulch, and three azaleas. No grass, a few weeds (dang it!) and that's it. BUT! Maybe I'll have a garden someday? Maybe? I'd at least like the option.

So, I have researched ways to get rid of slugs. When I say I have a slug problem, most people say, "Beer!" If you pour beer into a container, the slugs are attracted to the smell and then they get in and drown (but drown happy.)

So the other night, I put out two tupperware lids and filled them with beer. A few hours later, I went out and discovered that a few slugs had made their way into the beer! Yay! But the next morning, they were all gone. None had met their demise in the beer. Boo!

I was lazy and ended up leaving the two original lids out there, and just added a new, deeper one the next night. When I went to set out the new lid o'beer, a few slugs had already made their way into the first lids I set out. I decided to go ahead and pour more beer into the lids while the slugs where already in it.

OMG, it was horrible. Three slugs were in the lid and they just started writhing. It was terrible. I couldn't watch, and I couldn't just walk away, so I turned the lid over and let the little creepy things out.

Mysteriously, however, I was still able to pour beer into the new container that was deeper and walk away from that, knowing that I meant for slugs to be harmed by my actions, but I didn't want to be inconvenienced with having to watch.

It worked. The next morning, I had 5 dead slugs.