|Slug damage on Big Mama Tomato|
|Slug trap to which you add beer|
Slugs in particular have been my bane this year; I’ve never seen so many. And such climbers! I find them sliming their way up the fence pickets, along the pathway, in the straw mulch, and especially over the tomatoes, peppers, and cukes where they methodically drill holes into the now-slimy produce.
|Slug tavern with all the drunken slugs|
Because I have so many things for them to eat, birds of all kinds share the space, which usually keeps the insect population down to a dull roar, but the pestiferous bugs are getting ahead of their useful (to me) predators this year. My big gripe is that as far as I can tell, the birds won’t touch the slugs, which eat everything. Not that I blame the birds. Slugs are revolting. They’re squishy, which makes them tough to kill. Trying to squash them with a booted foot simply mashes them back into the soil whence they came.