Tonight, I crept into the garden, gloves on, torch full beam, with murder on my mind. One by one I picked off the slugs. I was going to keep a tally of slug deaths, but I lost count at fifty. Over fifty slugs have been killed this evening!
I didn't feel particularly happy about it, but they were all placed in a pool of very salty water, and they will not live to eat another one of my bean plants or salad leaves, or to tell another tale of how tasty my radishes are.
And after that pleasant story...I'll leave you with a picture of the pretty flowers on my tomato plant.
Good night, out there!